In the tonneau was a
matronly woman and three girls including "L'Enfant Terrible," all,
Louise thought, rather overdressed.
"Those folks, so I'm told," said Cap'n Amazon placidly, "come from that
big house on the p'int--as far as you can see from our windows. More
money than good sense, I guess. Though the man, he comes of good old
Cape stock. But I guess that blood can de-te-ri-orate, as the feller
said. Ain't much of it left in the young folks, pretty likely. They
just laze around and play all the time. If 'All work and no play makes
Jack a dull boy,' you can take it from me, Niece Louise, that all play
and no work makes Jill a pretty average useless girl. Yes, sir!"
To the First Church it was quite a walk, up Main Street beyond the Inn
and the post-office. There was some little bustle on Main Street at
church-going time for some of the vacation visitors--those of more
modest pretensions than the occupants of the cottages at The
Beaches--had already arrived.
At the head of the church aisle Cap'n Amazon spoke apologetically to
the usher:
"Young man, my brother, Mr.
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