"Oh, I never did ask him that," confessed Carolyn May. "Must _all_ folks have last names? My friend's wife doesn't call him by it, like Mrs. Bridget Dorgan calls her husband." "No; I presume she doesn't," smiled Mrs. Cameron. "Really, I suppose I should know more about these people with whom you spend so much time," she added reflectively. "Why, my _dear_!" her little daughter exclaimed, "I know just _lots_ about them. They live on a street named Riverside Drive. Didn't Papa Cam'ron take me and Prince there, Mamma? And I am to come to see them there after we all go back home in the fall. And they have a great big automobile, and the lady will come after me in it. She said she would. And bring me home again. Of course, if you are willing, Mamma. It is a be-a-u-ti-ful automobile. You just ought to see it." "But Carolyn May!" gasped her mother in surprise. "Where did you ever see that automobile?" "Why, that is so!" laughed the little girl. "I never told you 'bout that, did I? I forgot. Why, Mamma Cam'ron, this man and his wife are those people whose auto ran down my pale lady's go-cart. Don't you 'member? Wasn't it funny that they came to Block Island for the summer, too? And of course they didn't _mean_ to smash Baby Laird's carriage. I didn't say anything to my pale lady 'bout their being the same folks," added the thoughtful little girl, "because maybe she would be afraid to have Baby Laird with them. But they just _love_ babies. The lady had one herself once--a baby boy like Laird. But--but I guess she must have lost it, from what she said. Just like Aunty Rose lost her three, you know, Mamma." "Those people ran down the baby's go-cart with their car?" murmured Mrs. Cameron. "And to whom Joe Bassett returned the twenty dollars the man gave Carolyn? He was not too proud to accept a carriage from Carolyn and me; but he refused assistance from those people! How did Mr. Bassett know to whom the money should be returned? Ah! his wife must have recognized the couple," decided Mrs. Cameron. "I declare! if these are the same people, then the Bassetts know their identity. If Mr. Bassett would not accept the twenty dollars for the wrecked carriage, of course he would accept no greater favour from that man. "It is plain who they are," she decided, though, not aloud. "Lewis must be told about it. I wish he were here right now to advise me." But Carolyn's father was not expected for another fortnight. Meanwhile there was something that might arise to force Joe Bassett and his wife and baby to leave Block Island hurriedly. Bassett was grim-lipped, if not sullen looking. He was a man whose nature it was to bear trouble alone and silently. He might, Mrs. Cameron feared, accept the Arizona offer and start with his family for the West almost any day.