"I'm mighty glad he wasn't lost," said Felix, "and that I didn't spend any of my money advertising him. I don't care so much for the money; but you see, if I'd advertised him, I should have been all the more fooled. I didn't know how to get along without Clyde down here by the water, and I was going to remind you of your promise that I should have another dog, if he didn't turn up before we came to the cottage; but we were all in such a hurry and excitement this morning, that I forgot all about it."
After passing through the village, they came upon a very hard, handsome road perfectly white.
"What makes this road so white?" asked Sue.
"It is a shell road," replied Felix: "it has been covered with clam and oyster shells, and the carriage-wheels have powdered the shells."
"It is a very handsome road," remarked Johnny, "and will be fine for our bicycles."
"Capital!" returned Felix; "for it is a very long road, and even as a floor; it extends two miles at least, as far as two monstrous cottages which are the only ones beyond ours, though ours is a mile this side of them."
The shell road soon led along the beach, and in front of a row of small but pretty cottages built quite closely together. Beyond these cottages were larger summer residences, placed much farther apart. As they drove on, there were no more houses to be seen.
"Why! Where is your cottage, Felix?" asked Johnny.
"Oh! you'll see it in a minute."
They soon came to a sharp turn in the beach, and just ahead was a handsome house in the Queen Anne style.