health and was tall and athletic-looking. In one hand she had carried
a tennis-racket in its case, in the other, a bag of golf clubs, as she
alighted from the vehicle. These evidently were her household gods.
The domestic vision which they had entertained might need
rectification.

"You sail, of course?" Mabel asked, noticing, doubtless, that her
exclamation was received in silence.

Aunt Rebecca shook her head. "I haven't been in a sail-boat for twenty
years."

"But whose steam yacht is that?"

"It belongs to Mr. Anderson, a wealthy neighbor."

"Anyhow, a knockabout is more fun--a twenty-footer," the girl
continued, her gaze still fixed on the haven which the indentations of
the coast afforded, along which at intervals groups of yachts, large
and small, floated at their moorings picturesque as sea-gulls on a
feeding-ground.

"There is an old rowboat in the barn. I daresay that Thomas, the
coachman, will take you out rowing sometimes after he has finished his
work," said Aunt Carry kindly.

"Do you swim?" inquired Aunt Rebecca, failing to note her niece's
bewildered expression.

"Like a duck. I'm quite as much at home on the water as on land. I've