But there was a chance the "baby" _had_ lived; Cap'n Davies had said it'd be about sixteen. Sidney hoped it was a boy--a boy cousin would be such fun. And he'd be more likely to have a boat. In order to keep from thinking that the low dunes of sand and marsh, shrouded in twilight haze, through which they now were passing were very dreary she held stubbornly to her speculations concerning the "baby." She was tired and hungry. The lump was growing very big and hurt. When, as she finally followed her fellow passengers off the train and along a bustling platform she heard a pleasant voice ask: "Is this Sidney Romley?" she gave an involuntary little gasp of relief. "Oh, are you my cousin?" Dugald Allan took her bag. "Well, yes, if both of us belonging to Aunt Achsa can make us cousins. Are you tired? It's an endless journey--you think you are never going to get here, don't you? Did you have any fears that you'd just ride off into the ocean? You had a coolish day." As he talked he piloted her through the crowd, a crowd that startled Sidney after those miles of twilight loneliness. "It's always like this toward the week-end," he apologized. "But Sunset Lane is quiet enough. I've old Dobbin here and the one-hoss shay. Hoist this up, will you, Toby?" he addressed a lanky barefooted boy who slouched upon the driver's high seat. As they creaked and swayed down the sandy road Sidney turned searching eyes again upon her companion. "I mean--are you the baby that was born? You see, Captain Phin Davies told me--" "Oh, you mean Lavender. No--I am not Lavender. I just live with Aunt Achsa summers; wouldn't that make me a--sort of half-nephew?" "But there _is_ a cousin?" Sidney drew a quick breath. "You see everything's so strange to me that I have to put it all together, like a picture puzzle. And it will be _nice_ having someone young in the picture. Then you're--you're--a sort of boarder?" Her voice rose, hesitatingly. "I suppose so. Though Aunt Achsa holds me as one of the family and I hope you will, too, when you get that picture put together. What do you think of our Cape?" "Oh, it's wonderful! Only--" Sidney had to be honest. "I didn't like it so well until Captain Phin Davies made me see what was so nice about it. You see I expected to see a stern and rock-bound coast." At this Allan laughed. "We'll have to find one for you, won't we? Well, wait until you see the back shore. Toby's taking a short-cut home. I expect he knows Aunt Achsa has the finest dinner you ever tasted waiting for us--we'll be there in two seconds now."