Anne sighed. “I shall miss that,” she said. “Hugh has looked up all the places around here,” Nancy went on. “The Bay is full of history----” “And fish,” interrupted Dick, below his breath. “I don’t know about the history,” said Anne. “But I think I do know that Point. I never came just this way before. But isn’t that Idlewild?” “Yes. That is Idlewild. And here is where Nelly gets off.” They were at the entrance of a little cove, at the end of which a good-sized white house stood alone. On the shore were some low grey sheds; lobster pots lay about and a dory was moored a little way from shore. The _Togo_ drew up at the tiny pier and Nelly Sackett jumped nimbly out. “Good-bye, Nelly! Don’t forget to-morrow,” called Nancy. “It’s not likely I’ll forget!” grinned Nelly Sackett. “And please, ask Cap’n Sackett about the lobsters?” Nancy reminded her. “He’ll have them ready,” promised Nelly. “He’s going hauling, I know, to-morrow. He’ll be back by ten. The lobsters will be ready.” “Good-bye, Nelly! Good-bye!” “Heia! Hoia! Together! Get together!” yelled the Club as the boat chugged away; the same call with which they had greeted Anne. The latter did not join in the yell. It was too strange to her. “Here we come to Idlewild!” As the boat drew near the Point they could see a great stone house on top of a cliff; a garage, summer houses, and the glass roofs of greenhouses. But there was no flag flying on the tall flagstaff above the boat house. The place seemed deserted. Every window was shuttered, giving the house the look of a blind person. There were no boats moored off the little pier. “How dead it looks!” thought Anne. But she said aloud complacently-- “It’s the finest place anywhere within fifty miles; Father says so.” “It certainly is the biggest place,” agreed Nancy. “But wait till you see Round Robin!” “I wish I was going to be here,” said Anne simply; and Beverly Peyton saw her lip tremble. “I never went anywhere else in the summer, except when we went to Europe. I liked Idlewild.” Anne could not say any more. “We will come over and see it some day, Anne,” said Beverly sweetly. “It is only about a mile from Camp, they say. I’ve wanted to come very much.” “So have I,” said Nancy. “In all the years I’ve never been on shore here. We’ll all go, if you will invite us, Anne.” Anne did not say anything. She was watching the roofs of Idlewild fade out of sight, and she looked wistful. The others were already planning for to-morrow and seemed to have forgotten the newcomer. CHAPTER III FAIRY RING