“I suppose of course you know all about this coast?” said Nancy, trying to make conversation. “You used to sail around so much. We often saw your father’s yacht last summer.”
Anne sighed. “I shall miss that,” she said.
“Hugh has looked up all the places around here,” Nancy went on. “The Bay is full of history——”
“And fish,” interrupted Dick, below his breath.
“I don’t know about the history,” said Anne. “But I think I do know that Point. I never came just this way before. But isn’t that Idlewild?”
“Yes. That is Idlewild. And here is where Nelly gets off.” They were at the entrance of a little cove, at the end of which a good-sized white house stood alone. On the shore were some low grey sheds; lobster pots lay about and a dory was moored a little way from shore. The Togo drew up at the tiny pier and Nelly Sackett jumped nimbly out.
“Good-bye, Nelly! Don’t forget to-morrow,” called Nancy.
“It’s not likely I’ll forget!” grinned Nelly Sackett.
“And please, ask Cap’n Sackett about the lobsters?” Nancy reminded her.
“He’ll have them ready,” promised Nelly. “He’s going hauling, I know, to-morrow. He’ll be back by ten. The lobsters will be ready.”