papers from the mailbag and the missing promise book, but of the
two Cora's girlish heart considered the loss of the book the more
serious.

"Did you ever see such old-fashioned houses in all your born
days?" asked Bess. "Look at that one over there. If our table is
not in that house, then we had better abandon the antique and look
in some new, first-class hotel."

"That house over there is my aunt's!" shouted Daisy, laughing at
Bess for making the blunder, "and I am going to tell Duncan
exactly what you have said about it."

Bess begged off, and made all sorts of apologies, but Daisy
insisted that her cousin, the doctor, should hear what Bess
thought of one of the finest old mansions in Breakwater.

"Here we are!" called Daisy, pulling up on the gravel drive. "And
there are Duncan and Aunt May."

Out on the broad veranda stood a young man - plainly a
professional, for while at a glance a girl might decide that
Duncan Bennet was "up to date," still there was about him that
disregard for conventionality that betokens high thinking, with no
room for the consideration of trifling details of every-day life.

Cora instantly said: "There! He's fine!"

Ray was thinking: "How unpolished!"