"Ah, but Arizona is much, much farther away than your uncle's house," sighed the pale lady. "Oh! Farther away than Block Island is from New York?" "Yes, my dear." "Then Arizona must be almost as far as Heaven!" gasped Carolyn. "And Aunty Rose Kennedy says that's a 'fur ways.' Won't I see you and Baby Laird, ever, again?" "I cannot say, my dear--I cannot say," said her friend faintly. "I feel that if we go we shall leave what few friends we have--and all hope, even--behind." The little girl was moved by the pale lady's sorrow; but she did not understand just what this speech meant. And there really was so much to enjoy that she could not always give her thought to her friends' troubles. Here was the picnic, for instance, which had been set for the next morning. How could Carolyn remember much else when she and Edna went to bed that night in Carolyn's little room at the back of the Ball cottage? The surf grumbled on the shore below the window. She only had to sit up in bed beside the sleeping Edna to see the blinking lamps of the lighthouses on the Long Island shore. The stars spattered the firmament thickly. "Oh, it's going to be a clear day tomorrow," whispered Carolyn May with a happy little bounce. "We'll have a nawful nice time at the picnic." CHAPTER XXIV HE TURNS UP AGAIN At the Orowoc House the largest and best furnished of the private suites was occupied by Carolyn's stern looking friend and his wife. The latter's maid, who was a French-woman, slept in the room next to her mistress. The valet and George, the coloured man, were otherwise bestowed. For two hours each morning--from eight to ten--and after a plain and ample breakfast, the master of the wealth which this style of living revealed, sat in the room he used personally, at a table on which was a telephone. The hotel help discussed with much gusto what it must have cost to have a private wire to his New York office opened for those two hours. With certain memoranda and a notebook before him, this master of men and gold called his secretaries and managers, one by one, and gave them instructions for the day. Each made his report, too, of the previous twenty-four hour's activities. The master jotted down his notes and finally conversed at some length with his chief secretary. After that he was free to spend the remainder of the day with his wife. He refused to answer any telephone call save during those two hours, and mail and telegraph messages piled up on his table as they pleased. He gave them not even a glance until the next morning. This was the busy man's vacation time. He had spent several summer weeks in this fashion for three years--ever since that time when the haughty lady had become such a burden to him and to herself.