"That reminds me, Ida May. This being the first Sunday I've been home since you came here, I want you should go over with me after church to-morrow and have dinner at our house." "Oh, Captain Latham! I--" "And don't you guess you could employ some other term when speaking to me, Ida May?" he interrupted. "I get 'captained' almost enough aboard the schooner and up to Boston. Just plain 'Tunis' for those that are my friends suits me a sight better." "I shall call you 'Tunis,' if you like," she said composedly. "But about taking dinner with you--I am not so sure." "Why not?" he demanded. "Your aunt has never called here since I have been on the Head." "She don't call anywhere. She never did that I can remember. She goes to church on Sunday sometimes. Occasionally she has to go to town to buy things. Once in a dog's age she leaves anchor and gets as far as Paulmouth. But other times she's never off the place." "I--I feel hesitant about doing what you ask, Captain--Tunis, I mean." "Why?" "You know well enough," said Sheila. "If anything should turn up--if the truth should come out--" "Now, are you still worrying about that, Ida May?" "Don't you think of it--Tunis?" "Not a bit! We're as safe as a church. That girl will never show up here on Wreckers' Head. Of course not!" He seemed absolutely confident. In the dim illumination of the lantern she looked very closely into his face. Then it was not fear of exposure that kept Tunis Latham silent. She moved closer to him, looking up into his countenance, holding the lantern so that her own face was in the shadow. "Who suggested my coming to dinner, Tunis? You, or your Aunt Lucretia?" "If you knew my aunt! Well! She seldom says a word. But when I have anything to say, I talk along just as though she answered back like an ordinary person would. I can tell if she's interested." "Yes?" "She's been interested in you from the start, I know. She showed it in her look the very first time I spoke of you--that day I brought you here to Wreckers' Head." "But--but you have never spoken of this before. She did not come to call." "I'll tell you," said Tunis earnestly. "I wanted to be sure. Aunt 'Cretia knew your--er--Sarah Honey very well." "Oh." "Just about as well as Mrs. Ball did. When she was staying here with Aunt Prue, she used to run over to our place a lot. "You don't remember it," continued Tunis, grinning suddenly; "but you were taken over there when you were a baby." "Oh, don't! Don't!" cried the girl. "Let us not speak so lightly--so carelessly. Suppose--suppose--" "Suppose nothing!" exclaimed Tunis. "Don't have any fears. She wanted to know just how you looked--every particular. Oh, she has ways of showing what she wants without getting what you'd call voluble! I told her about your hair--your eyes--everything. I know from the way she looked that she accepts the fact of your being the real Ida May without more question than Cap'n Ira and Aunt Prue."