Sid promised hastily. Then for the next half hour everything whirled about her; she could not believe what her ears heard, what her eyes beheld. The girls were actually planning for her--clothes, trunks, tickets, trains. Trude was figuring and making notes on the back of Cousin Achsa's letter. It was, "Sid will need this--Sid had better do that--it will be nice for Sid to see this--I think by way of Boston is the better route--you'd better write to Cousin Achsa, Trude--No, let Sid write herself--had we ought to consult the Trustees? Why, we're old enough to decide this for ourselves--she'd better go just before Vick and then we can pack away our intimate things and turn the house over to the League." "Didn't Evangeline come from somewhere up that way? Oh, no. Well, I always think of Cape Cod and Nova Scotia as being off there on the map together. Anyway, write and tell us, kid, when you find the Chalice or Grail or whatever it is! If you discover any untrodden fields of romance--wire us and we'll send one of Issy's poets down--" Now, in her exalted spirit Sid could meet Vick's raillery with a level glance. Let Vick laugh! Cape Cod wasn't off "somewhere" in a corner of the map. It was as intriguing as the Canadian Rockies. And she had a lot shut away in her heart about which Vick and the others knew nothing. All that about the good ship _Betsy King_. _Betsy King_ had foundered as a good ship should, but there was a big chance that Cousin Asabel, Ezekiel's son, might have a boat. Then she had a glimpse into a beautiful world that Pola had given her; she would see Pola's world from the train window. It was simply all too breath-taking to think of. Oh, the summer would tell who would laugh last! CHAPTER VI SUNSET LANE When Tillie Higgins saw Joe the baker's cart pass her house she ran to her gate. "He must be going to Eph Calkins or to Achsy Green's. Now I wonder--" Joe rarely penetrated Sunset Lane with his goods; Tillie Higgins and old Mrs. Calkins did their own baking and Achsa Green's pies were legend. Old Mrs. Calkins, too, had seen the baker's rickety cart approaching through the deep sand. At once she "happened" to be out tying up her yellow rambler. "Got a letter for Achsy Green," the baker called to her, leaning out of his cart. "You don't say! Not bad news, I hope?" "Dunno. It's a letter. Thought I'd bring it to her. Gettap, General. Pretty nice weather we're havin'. Dry, though." "Tell Achsy I'll drop over soon's my bakin's done." Tillie Higgins' shadow fell across the yellow roses. Tillie was a little breathless; she had hurried over to catch what the baker was saying. "A letter? For Achsy Green? You don't say. Not bad news I hope," she echoed.