The very next day Carolyn and her mother and Prince started for the country. The apartment was made dark for the summer, with covers on the furniture, and each picture in its own particular fly net. It seemed too bad that the comparatively cool rooms would be almost disused while the pale lady and her baby must suffer so in their hot little apartment. For Carolyn had learned that "Mr. Laird" had refused the loan of the hundred dollars her papa had offered him. "I don't know why," Mr. Cameron told Carolyn's mother. "He certainly can't hope to get more out of me by holding off. I don't understand the fellow. He seems as proud as Lucifer; yet he certainly cannot be trusted, according to his own father's story. And the Griffin must know what he is talking about." Mr. Cameron was only to sleep in their apartment, taking all his meals out of the house. Later, when Carolyn and her mother would be established at the island summer resort where a reservation had been made for them at a hotel, Mr. Cameron would sometimes spend Saturday and part of Sunday with them. This going away for the long vacation was a gay adventure indeed for Carolyn May. She began to meet people she knew almost as soon as they started. There was the nice man in the baggage car who had taken Prince under his special protection when first the little girl and her dog entrained for Sunrise Cove and the Corners. That time Carolyn had to ride in the baggage coach a part of the way herself, to keep Prince quiet. But the dog was an old traveller now, and he settled down quite resignedly in the car when Carolyn and her father went back to the coach where Mrs. Cameron and the little girl were established for the long ride. Papa Cameron kissed them and bade them a cheerful good-bye. He expected to see them at Block Island in a fortnight. The long train, filled with vacationists for the most part, pulled out of the Grand Central Terminal. On the platform of the One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street station stood Edna Price and her mother and lame Johnny O'Harrity who had insisted on coming to bid Carolyn May good-bye. "And it's a wonder that red-haired Sade Gompretz isn't here, too," sniffed Carolyn. "I know she _would_ be if she had known about it." But she waved gaily to her friends as the train quickly started again. They were really off now. The conductor came through to punch their tickets, and who should he prove to be but the same conductor who had been so very kind to Carolyn on a previous occasion when the little girl had run away from Sunrise Cove, all alone and so very, very miserable. All such troubles were ancient history now to Carolyn May. She had, indeed, almost forgotten about that adventure. But she had not forgotten any of her friends, however, and late in the afternoon, when they arrived at the Sunrise Cove station the little girl was all eagerness to get out and hail those whom she knew so well.