"There!" declared Captain Obed. "That cruise is over. Kenelm! Where is
Kenelm? Oh, there you are! You tell that Winnie S. to trot along. We'll
settle for passage tomorrow mornin'. Now, ma'am," turning to Thankful,
"you and your relation want to make yourselves as comf'table as you can.
This is Miss Parker, Kenelm's sister. Hannah, this is Mrs. Barnes, Eben
Barnes' widow. You've heard me speak of him. And this is Miss Howes. I
cal'late they're hungry and I know they're wet. Seems's if dry clothes
and supper might be the next items on the manifest."

Miss Parker rose to the occasion. She flew about preparing the "items."
Thankful and Emily were shown to the spare room, hot water and towels
were provided, the valise was brought in. When the ladies again made
their appearance in the sitting-room, they were arrayed in dry, warm
garments, partly their own and partly supplied from the wardrobe of
their hostess. As to the fit of these latter, Mrs. Barnes expressed her
opinion when she said:

"Don't look at me, Emily. I feel like a barrel squeezed into an umbrella
cover. This dress is long enough, land knows, but that's about all you
can say of it. However, I suppose we hadn't ought to--to look a gift
dress in the waistband."

Supper was ready in the dining-room and thither they were piloted by
Kenelm, whose hair, what there was of it, was elaborately "slicked
down," and whose celluloid collar had evidently received a scrubbing. In
the dining-room they found Captain Bangs awaiting them. Miss Parker made
her appearance bearing a steaming teapot. Hannah, now that they had an
opportunity to inspect her, was seen to be as tall and sharp-featured
as her brother was short and round. She was at least fifteen years older
than he, but she moved much more briskly. Also she treated Kenelm as