Two children sat on the edge of the shore, near the public road. Their feet dangled over the water; but they were not afraid, for they had been used to the water all their days.
They might have found much to wonder at, had their thoughts been directed towards the sea; for this was Narragansett Bay— a body of salt water which, as every studious child knows, makes inland from the Atlantic Ocean, dividing the little State of Rhode Island, and touching a part of Southeastern Massachusetts.
The territory where they were was part of the old town of Tiverton, Rhode Island; and across the water, at the end of the Old Stone Bridge, not far away, could be seen the Island of Newport, stretching towards the south. Just then their attention was attracted by the train on the Old Colony Road, which had crossed the railroad bridge from the main land, a mile north of them, and was now speeding down towards Newport, the attractive and cool city at the southern end of the island, where so many fashionable people spend their summers.
