Carolyn's mother--nor the pale lady--asked few questions regarding these new friends of Carolyn's. The child became acquainted with so many people. And Carolyn never chanced to mention that the couple in the hotel turnout were the same whose automobile had crushed the pale lady's baby go-cart in New York. Molly I. informed her boarders that "those folks Car'lyn's struck up such an acquaintance with stop at the Orowoc House and have a suite of rooms and a maid for her and what they call a vally for him, b'sides that black man. They're richer'n a clam-flat at low water." Now that Edna had come to spend the week, Carolyn was so busy that she almost forgot these newer friends. And as Edna was "fed up," as Barzilla called it, on baby-minding, her own Brother Eldred being her immediate care at home, the little girls did not spend much time with the pale lady's little one. There really was a great deal to show Edna. Even the cow was a wonder to the little city girl, who had never seen milk drawn from anything save a bottle or a can. "And I can't see, Carolyn, why she has horns, or why she mews all night," remarked Edna. "Why, Edna Prince! Flory Ball doesn't _mew_; it's cats that mew. And what you heard last night wasn't a cow anyway. It was foggy out at sea, and that was the steam foghorn at the South Light. Barzilla told me." "Well, I don't care. It sounded just like that cow," declared Edna. They played in their bathing suits for part of every pleasant day. Carolyn was as brown as a berry; but Edna had to be careful about getting sunburned. There was a path down the face of the bluff behind the cottage that led to a smooth stretch of beach. Mamma Cameron and Baby Laird's mother, with sometimes Molly I., took their dip with the little girls on this beach. But Carolyn and Edna were forbidden to descend the bluff alone. There was a wealth of treasure along the shore, shells, pebbles, seaweeds--the drift and flotsam of the flowing tide that twice each day took the island in its arms. Talk about Mr. Jedidiah Farlow's shavings! Why, the seaweeds were made a hundred times more decorative than ever shavings could be. There were lacy kinds that made splendid veils and collars for the little girls; and kinds with green and purple fronds like the leaves of palm trees; thick, leathery sea-green weed that could be cut into different shapes with a sharp knife. Then there was that kind of seaweed that had seed pods which, when partly dried, popped delightfully; while tangled in the various growths were all manner of odd little shells and deep-sea monsters. Why! Carolyn even found a seahorse about four inches long.