boys from the Glen."

"Now, now, Cornelia," remonstrated Captain Jim, who had been reading a
sea novel in a corner of the living room, "you shouldn't say that about
those two poor, motherless Gilman boys, unless you've got certain
proof. Jest because their father ain't none too honest isn't any
reason for calling them thieves. It's more likely it's been the robins
took your cherries. They're turrible thick this year."

"Robins!" said Miss Cornelia disdainfully. "Humph! Two-legged robins,
believe ME!"

"Well, most of the Four Winds robins ARE constructed on that
principle," said Captain Jim gravely.

Miss Cornelia stared at him for a moment. Then she leaned back in her
rocker and laughed long and ungrudgingly.

"Well, you HAVE got one on me at last, Jim Boyd, I'll admit. Just look
how pleased he is, Anne, dearie, grinning like a Chessy-cat. As for
the robins' legs if robins have great, big, bare, sunburned legs, with
ragged trousers hanging on 'em, such as I saw up in my cherry tree one
morning at sunrise last week, I'll beg the Gilman boys' pardon. By the
time I got down they were gone. I couldn't understand how they had
disappeared so quick, but Captain Jim has enlightened me. They flew
away, of course."

Captain Jim laughed and went away, regretfully declining an invitation
to stay to supper and partake of cherry pie.

"I'm on my way to see Leslie and ask her if she'll take a boarder,"
Miss Cornelia resumed. "I'd a letter yesterday from a Mrs. Daly in
Toronto, who boarded a spell with me two years ago. She wanted me to
take a friend of hers for the summer. His name is Owen Ford, and he's
a newspaper man, and it seems he's a grandson of the schoolmaster who
built this house. John Selwyn's oldest daughter married an Ontario man
named Ford, and this is her son. He wants to see the old place his
grandparents lived in. He had a bad spell of typhoid in the spring and
hasn't got rightly over it, so his doctor has ordered him to the sea.
He doesn't want to go to the hotel--he just wants a quiet home place.
I can't take him, for I have to be away in August. I've been appointed
a delegate to the W.F.M.S. convention in Kingsport and I'm going. I
don't know whether Leslie'll want to be bothered with him, either, but
there's no one else. If she can't take him he'll have to go over the
harbor."

"When you've seen her come back and help us eat our cherry pies," said
Anne. "Bring Leslie and Dick, too,