"Psyche; ah, yes; it's the same family. I recollect perfectly now. You know they tell the funniest tales of them out there. Her mother found the name 'Psyche' in a book, and liked it, but she pronounced it 'Pishy,' and so the girl was called until she became old enough to go to school and learned better." "Dear me; fancy now!" "And there are countless tales of the mother's queer sayings. Once a gentleman whom they were visiting in San Francisco was showing her a cabinet of curios. 'Now, don't you find the Pompeiian figurines exquisite?' he asked her. The poor creature, after looking around her helplessly, declared that she _did_ like them; but that she liked the California nectarines better--they were so much juicier." "You don't tell me; gad! that was a good one. Oh, well, she's a meek, harmless old soul, and really, my family's not the snobbish sort, you know." In from the shining sea late that afternoon steamed the _Viluca_. As her chain was rattling through the hawse-hole, Percival, with his sister and Mauburn, came on deck. "Why, there's the _Chicago_--Higbee's yacht." "That's the boat," said Mauburn, "that's been piling the white water up in front of her all afternoon trying to overhaul us." "There's Millie Higbee and old Silas, now." "And, as I live," exclaimed Psyche, "there's the Baron de Palliac between them!" "Sure enough," said her brother. "We must call ma up to see him dressed in those sweet, pretty yachting flannels. Oh, there you are!" as Mrs. Bines joined them. "Just take this glass and treat yourself to a look at your old friend, the baron. You'll notice he has one on--see--they're waving to us." "Doesn't the baron look just too distinguished beside Mr. Higbee?" said Psyche, watching them. "And doesn't Higbee look just too Chicago beside the baron?" replied her brother. The Higbee craft cut her way gracefully up to an anchorage near the _Viluca_, and launches from both yachts now prepared to land their people. At the landing Percival telephoned for a carriage. While they were waiting the Higbee party came ashore. "Hello!" said Higbee; "if I'd known that was you we was chasing I'd have put on steam and left you out of sight." "It's much better you didn't recognise us; these boiler explosions are so messy." "Know the baron here?" "Of course we know the baron. Ah, baron!" "Ah, ha! very charmed, Mr. Bines and Miss Bines; it is of a long time that we are not encountered." He was radiant; they had never before seen him thus. Mrs. Higbee hovered near him with an air of proud ownership. Pretty Millie Higbee posed gracefully at her side. "This your carriage?" asked Higbee; "I must telephone for one myself. Going to the Mayson? So are we. See you again to-night. We're off for Bar Harbour early to-morrow." "Looks as if there were something doing there," said Percival, as they drove off the wharf. "Of course, stupid!" said his sister; "that's plain; only it isn't doing, it's already done. Isn't it funny, ma?"