luxuries of the sea, served up in every possible form, which is usually
considered the roam object of a trip to Wanwinet.

They found the dinner--served in a large open pavilion, whence they
might gaze out over the dancing, glittering waves of the harbor, and
watch the white sails come and go, while eating--quite as good as they
had been led to expect.

After dinner they wandered along the beach, picking up shells and any
curious things they could find--now on the Atlantic side, now on the
shore of the harbor.

Then a boat was chartered for a sail of a couple of hours, and then
followed the drive home to 'Sconset by a different course from that of
the morning, and varied by the gradually fading light of the setting sun
and succeeding twilight casting weird shadows here and there among the
hills and vales.

The captain predicted a storm for the following day, and though the
others could see no sign of its approach, it was upon them before they
rose the next morning, raining heavily, while the wind blew a gale.

There was no getting out for sitting on the beach, bathing, or rambling
about, and they were at close quarters in the cottages.

They whiled away the time with books, games, and conversation.

They were speaking of the residents of the island--their correct speech,
intelligence, uprightness, and honesty.