"Eh? If it's a hill you mean, you're right. I told Elizy after I'd made my last v'yage she could build anything she had her heart set on but it'd got to be where I could smell the harbor. Got a lookout atop where you can see the boats when they sail round the Point." A faintly wistful note shaded the rugged voice. "You tell folks in Provincetown that you're a friend of Cap'n Phin Davies and I guess you can just about have anything you want in the town. There's a few of us old fellows left!" As the train carried them further upon the Cape a boyish excitement seized the old man. He declared that, though he'd only been in Boston three or four days, it was as good as "moorin' from a long v'yage." He pointed out to Sidney the places and things of interest they were passing. Through his eyes Sidney saw the beauty of the old, elm-shaped villages, the rich meadow lands, the low-lying salt marshes, the sand-bars gleaming against stretches of blue water. Cap'n Phin Davies seemed to know something, and it was nearly always funny, about every one who lived in the quaint houses set here and there under century old trees. Wellfleet came all too soon. "Now don't forget, Missy, you're coming to visit old Phin Davies. I'll tell Elizy. And keep an eye to wind'ard for those pirates!" "Gosh all fish hooks," he exclaimed to his Elizy a half hour later, as he divested himself of his Sunday coat and vest and sprawled his great hulk in his own easy chair, "don't know as I've ever seen a cuter little girl--and comin' all this way by herself to visit what's left of Zeke Green's folks." In her way Elizy Davies registered sincere horror. "You don't say! Why, all there _is_ is old Achsa and that poor Lavender! Now, you don't say! The little thing--" With Cap'n Phin's going Sidney was engulfed in a terrifying loneliness. The lump swelled in her throat again. She tried desperately to rally something of that splendid excitement with which she had started on her journey, to thrill again over the assembled belongings in the old satchel, some things Isolde's and some Trude's and some even Vick's. The girls had been very kind and generous with her. But in spite of her valiant efforts her spirits sank lower and lower. She had come so far, she had sat through so many lonely hours that all that had happened back at Middletown seemed now to belong to someone else--some other Sidney Romley. Strong within her mounted an apprehension at what awaited her at her journey's end.