Carolyn stared. She did not know what the man meant. But she saw his momentary anger was passing. "Well," he said, "you are no party to it at least. I am glad to have met you again, little girl. Are you staying on the island for long?" "Oh, yes, sir. Me and mamma and Prince are going to live here all summer. And my papa comes here over Sunday, when he can." "I shall see you again, then," said the man, and moved on. Carolyn May was quite full of this curious adventure when she rejoined her mother. "I wish," she said thoughtfully, "that he had given my pale lady another go-cart instead of a twenty dollar bill. Then she could not so easily have sent it back, could she?" "Perhaps not," agreed her mother. "And then, you see," went on the little girl, "I could go over there to Miss Molly I. Ball's house and wheel Baby Laird out along the path. You know, there's an awful nice path there right along on top of that bank, where the life saving men walk. It's just as _smooth_! And I could wheel him there." "Maybe we can find a carriage here on the island," said her mother. "Even a secondhand one would do, don't you think?" "Why, yes. Baby Laird wouldn't mind, I'm sure," said Carolyn May, eagerly. "Let us look for a secondhand store." Better than that, they asked Captain Ozias Littlefield, and he knew almost at once just where a baby carriage could be bought. "Miz John-Will Mott has got a baby cart. Had it when her Stella Ietta was little. Stella I. is married five-six year now, and it looks as though she'll never need a baby shay. You leave it to me, Miz Cameron, and I'll git it for you cheap. If Miz Mott suspected an off woman wanted that old carriage, the price would go up like one o' these her hydroplanes ye see, yes-sir-ree-sir! 'Cordin' to her doctrine, summer visitors was made to be gouged. If all us islanders was like that woman, Block Island would be a howlin' wilderness in summer, as well as winter--and the visitors would do the howlin'!" Captain Ozias made the bargain, and the baby carriage, in very good condition, was sent over to the West Side cottage for Baby Laird's use. The hotel clerk warmly thanked Carolyn and her mother for their thoughtfulness. "I believe this little girl is our good angel," he said. "She is a ministering spirit and nothing very bad can happen where she is." It seemed that the hotel clerk was rather a poor prophet; that was proved to be the case before the next morning. Carolyn had been sleeping as soundly for hours as a little girl could sleep in her small room off Mrs. Cameron's larger one. Prince usually curled down on the rug beside his little mistress's bed; but now she heard him pattering about over the straw matting that covered the floors of both rooms. His claws made a scratchy sound on the matting, and he trotted from door to window and from window to door.