"You'll think Phin Davies' house the queerest thing you ever saw. It isn't a house nor is it a boat; it's as much one as t'other and not anything, I'd say, but what two crazy men getting their heads together rigged up. Cap'n Davies said as long as he had to live ashore he wanted his house to look like a boat, he didn't care what folks said, and he hunted the Cape over to find a builder who wouldn't apply to have him locked up in an asylum, straight off. He got a man from Falmouth, who'd been a master once on a trader and sort of knew how Phin Davies felt. But there was Elizy carrying on awful about it and saying _she'd_ always looked forward to the time when she could have a nice house--and there the two of them were. And the house is as 'tis. Phin has the front of it that's as like the bow of a ship without any rigging as they could make it, and Elizy has the back that's got as up-to-date a kitchen as any on Cape Cod." A winding road, all sweet with wild primroses led up to the queer house on the eminence. Sure enough, there was the front part like the forward hull of a ship, deck-houses and all; and the back like any sensible New England home. Sidney giggled delightedly. "But there aren't two finer people on this Cape!" declared Miss Letty. "And there's Phin coming to meet us. Reckon he spied King through his glasses along beyond Wellfleet." Cap'n Phin Davies was overjoyed to see Sidney. "Why, it's the little gal I found on the train!" he repeated over and over. "Elizy," he called lustily toward the kitchen door, "come and see! It's the little gal I told you 'bout that I found on the train." Elizy Davies came hurrying from the kitchen door. She was lean to gauntness and tall and wore round, steel-rimmed glasses low on the sharp bridge of her nose. Sidney immediately understood how she had been able to hold out for her half of the house. But she greeted Sidney with kindly interest and Miss Letty with real affection. "I thought you'd be over this way today. Anne Matthews said Maida was going to have a lesson. Got my gingerbread all mixed." Miss Letty had not gotten out of the buggy. She turned King's head. "Thought I'd leave Sidney here while I gave my lessons," she explained briefly and then clucked to King. Mrs. Davies took Sidney into her part of the house. It was cool and dark and sweet-smelling and very, very neat. Sidney sat down in a stiff rocker and answered Mrs. Davies' questions concerning her Aunt Achsa and Lavender, while Cap'n Davies stumped restlessly about. "Now I cal'late you've heard enough, Elizy, and I'm goin' to carry my little shipmate off and show her _my_ part o' the old hull."