ight! But you can see for yourselves that she's likely to
be a fine, solid, comfortable craft, and won't go pitchin' and tossin'
around like the crafts that some people go to sea in!"

"Why, the name is on it!" cried Willy. "_Summer Shelter!_ How did you
happen to find one with that name, Mr. Burke?"

"Oh, I didn't!" said he. "She had another name, but I wanted you to see
her just as she'd look if she really belonged to you,--so I had the
other name painted out and this put on in good big white letters that
can be seen for a long distance. If you don't buy her, Mrs. Cliff, of
course I'll have the old name put back again. Now what do you think of
her, Mrs. Cliff, lookin' at her from this point of view?"

The good lady stood silent. She gazed at the long high hull of the
steamer, she looked up at the black smokestack, and at the masts which
ran up so shapely and so far, and her soul rose higher than it had been
uplifted even by the visions of the future Grove of the Incas.

"I think it is absolutely splendid!" said she. "Let us go in!"

"On board, madam," said Burke, gently correcting her. "This way to the
gang-plank!"

For nearly two hours Mrs. Cliff and Willy wandered over the upper and
lower decks of the yacht; examined its pretty little state-rooms; sat
excitedly upon the sofas of its handsomely decorated saloon; examined
the folding tables and all the other wonderful things which shut
themselves up out of the way when they were not needed; tapped the keys
of the piano; investigated the storerooms, lockers, and all the marine
domestic conveniences, and forgot it was winter, forgot that the keen
wind nearly blew their bonnets off as they walked the upper deck, and
felt what a grand thing it would be to sail upon the sea upon such a
noble vessel.

To all this there was added in Mrs. Cliff's mind the proud feeling that
it would be her own, and in it she could go wherever she pleased and
come back again when it suited her.

Willy, who had never been to sea, was perfectly free to form an idea of
an ocean voyage as delightful and charming as she pleased, and this she
did with great enthusiasm. Even had it been necessary that this
perfectly lovely vessel should remain moored at the pier, it would have
given joy to her soul to live in it, to sleep in one of those sweet
little rooms, and to eat, and read, and sew in that beautiful saloon.

"Mr. Burke," said Mrs. Cliff, "I don't believe you could find any
vessel bette