"Thinkright, you haven't bought me a boat!" the girl cried. He shook his head and smiled. "No, not I. Your Uncle Calvin has sent you this." "And if it hain't got the durndest name for a yaller bo't that ever I see," remarked Cap'n Lem. "Yes," added Thinkright. "We're surprised at the name, for it is Judge Trent's own selection. It scarcely seems characteristic." Sylvia and her aunt hurried around the other side of the little craft. In neat, small black letters was printed, The Rosy Cloud. Sylvia gazed, then she colored to the roots of the silky curls and laughed. The others watched her curiously. "Do you know what he was aiming at?" asked Thinkright. "Yes," she nodded. "He was aiming high." Miss Lacey kept her sharp eyes on the conscious young face, devoured with curiosity. "Tell us the joke, Sylvia," she begged. "It isn't a joke, it's earnest," returned the girl, and a warm feeling arose in her heart for the eagle-eyed man in the high hat. "Did you ever hear of anything so surprising, Thinkright, and so kind?" "He told me he was going to order it when he went away," responded her cousin; then he turned toward Miss Lacey. "Calvin found this child of ours trying to learn to row in an old general utility tub I have down at the basin, and he thought she deserved better things." The speaker looked at Sylvia, who came close to him and took hold of his hand, while she continued to look at her new possession. It was Love expressed to her again; and the guest she had tried with gentleness to win, sweet Humility, sank deeper into her heart, and sent up a note of gratitude that she had not a few minutes ago tried to punish Aunt Martha by word or look and so embittered this moment. "It's amazing, simply amazing in Calvin!" thought Miss Martha. "She must have bewitched him, and what could he have meant by 'The Rosy Cloud,' and why should she blush over it?" Thinkright walked to the house with the visitor a few minutes later, while Cap'n Lem stayed to put up the horses and Sylvia lingered to examine her light oars. "Calvin's outdone himself," remarked Miss Martha. "He must have taken a great fancy to her." "It looks that way," responded Thinkright. "And you don't know what he could possibly mean by that poetical name, do you?" "I haven't an idea," returned her companion, well pleased that such was the case, for he could see that otherwise it might go hard with him. "And I daresay you're quite as bewitched with her as Calvin," pursued Miss Lacey curiously. "I'm under her little thumb, but luckily she doesn't know it," was the reply. "Well, I think it's high time I came over to get acquainted with her myself," remarked Miss Martha. "High time, Martha," returned Thinkright, smiling. "It's high time you got in the game." CHAPTER XVIII HAWK ISLAND An hour later Miss Martha had the escort of her niece down to the shore again. She peered about alertly for a sign of her boatman.