excited.

"Does this woman live with her at the Point?" ventured Grace.

"Oh, to be sure--she runs the Point, from all I hear," he replied. "But
as I told you first thing, that Point is al'lus a pesky place and a
good place to veer from."

Confronted again with this thread-bare opposition to a visit at the
Point, the girls looked discouraged.

"But you would like us to be friendly with Kitty. How can we become
acquainted with her if we are not to--go--to her home?" Grace blurted
out finally.

The Captain shook his head. "I'll tell you," he began. "This fancy
dressed woman, from what I hear from Kitty, is a queer case, and for a
short time it seems best to humor her. Let her try it, I says when Kitty
told me--but I wouldn't say positive I like the scheme."

"Is that why you don't want us to go over to the island?" asked Louise.
Her voice was gentle and she looked at the old sea captain with an
apology in her eyes.

"Now, see here, little girls," he answered; "you have almost thrown old
Dave off his course. I don't know enough about the Point to speak of it.
I'm tied here, like the 'Boy on the Burnin' Deck,' and when I do leave
quarters it is al'lus on government business. So don't take too
seriously what I say, except this--keep off Luna Land, and don't pester
little Kitty."

And with that admonition they felt obliged to feign content.

CHAPTER XIV

ABOARD THE BLOWELL

"NOW we know what the fog was for," exclaimed Cleo. "To show us how a
good clear day can look, that's why a fog is a fog," she stated
emphatically.

The day was perfect, and perhaps more conspicuously so by contrast with
the long spell of damp just lifted. Activities that had been suppressed
were now springing into life, like emotional mushrooms, and the True
Treds were markedly busy, trying to fit all the good times into an
over-crowded program.

Cleo and Grace were making a week's schedule. This had been altered so
often, Grace proposed following Margaret's plan of "fun-by-the-day."

"No matter how carefully we arrange it," she protested to Cleo on the
porch of the Log Cabin, "some of the girls insist on crowding in other
things. Now, to-day we were to go canoeing, and here comes Julia,
telephoning to every one of us to go sailing in a sail boat."

"I think that's lovely of Julia," said Cleo, "because Grazia dear, we
can go canoeing any day, but only sailing when some one asks us. Who
did?"

"Julia's cousins from Breakentake