"I am glad to hear you say that," Hannah Cameron observed. She had not felt that her husband's decision regarding the Bassetts was altogether right. "I hope you will get them here quickly. I will give you the address, and you might send a special delivery letter--" "I'll do better than that," said Ben Truefelt eagerly. "I'll go right over to the Weather Bureau and cable. I'll tell him to drop everything and bring his wife and child right over here. Think of old Grif a family man!" added the young fellow, boyishly. "We'll find a place for Mrs. Bassett and the baby with some of the islanders over on the West Side, where board is cheap. They'll get plenty of fresh milk and eggs and fish and vegetables. I'll go and tell mother. I'm a thousand times obliged, Mrs. Cameron." Carolyn had been playing with Prince during this conversation. Now her mother called the child to come in to breakfast. "What would you say, Carolyn May," she asked the little girl, "if your pale lady and her baby and her husband should come here for the summer?" "Oh--ee! Truly, Mamma?" "Truly." "My! wouldn't that be nice?" exclaimed Carolyn. "And I could push the baby around in his carriage--Oh, no, I couldn't! He hasn't any carriage now!" "Perhaps we can find means of supplying that deficiency," said her mother. Mr. Ben Truefelt came back from the cable office, where the weather signal flags were displayed on a pole, about the time Carolyn and her mother were ready to go for a stroll to the post-office. He bore the reply to his cable in his hand, and flourished it joyfully. "See here!" he cried. "It's all settled. The dishwashers and the rest of the crew can walk out on us all they please. I'd rather wash dishes and wait on table than be clerk. Grif is coming." He held out the message so that Mrs. Cameron could read it: "You're on. Thursday boat." "I cabled him fifty on account, and it seems he didn't take long to make up his mind," said Mr. Ben. "I guess he isn't in love with reporting." He went on to tell Mrs. Truefelt of what he considered their good fortune, while Carolyn May and her mother, with Prince off his leash, went down into the Old Harbour, as the village around the docks was called. Picture postal cards were the very first thing to buy. Carolyn wanted to purchase a number of every island scene she saw, and send them broadcast through the mails to all her friends in New York and the Corners and around Sunrise Cove. Fortunately for the over-burdened post-office department her purse would not compass her desire, so she had to content herself with a much more modest selection. "Well, when my papa comes, he can buy 'em all," sighed Carolyn. "We'll send the rest then. I do want to send that picture of the ocean to Amos Bartlett. You know, he's the boy that told Miss Minnie in school that he didn't believe the world was round, 'cause if it was, the ocean would slide off. And that picture will show him that the ocean hasn't slid yet."