into town. They noticed a torn envelope lying on the flags. It was,
as they could see, addressed to Sidney Wilcox, and in one corner was
the imprint of an auto firm, which made the style of car that Sid
drove. The fishermen smiled at each other, but made no remark.
Perhaps the envelope had contained a bill.

"I may take a spin out on the road this afternoon," said Jack at
parting. "Cora and the twins are going out, and we have promised to
trail along after them."

"We?" questioned Ed.

"Yes. Walter and I, of course."

"Oh, of course--Walter."

"Jealous!" called Jack. "But cheer up. Perhaps we shall meet' you,
and you'll have a chance."

"Oh, I'll be too busy with the cash, I'm afraid. But, at any rate,
give my regards to your sister."

"Surest thing you know. How about the twins?"

"Well--er--never mind."

"All right. Say, Ed, come over to dinner some night. I want mother
to meet you."

"All right, I will."