"We're here at the shore!" cried Rose, "and oh, I've never been there before. I didn't know it was so lovely!"
"You're a real little sailor's lass, or rather, a sea-captain's lass, if you love the sea so well!" said Uncle John, well pleased with her excitement and delight.
He stopped that they might watch the incoming tide for a few moments, then off over the road they sped.
"Here we are!" he cried, when after a half hour's more ride, they turned in at the driveway of a fine shore villa.
"Welcome to 'The Cliffs'!" said Uncle John.
He lifted them down, and taking each by the hand, turned toward the broad piazza.
"Ah, Mrs. Wilton, you were looking for us!" he said, greeting the housekeeper, a stout, cheery looking woman, who took the suit cases and smiled, as if caring for two small girls were the one thing that delighted her.
"Yes, I was watching for you, and when you drove up to the house I said to myself:
"'Well, he's TWICE lucky, for he wanted Rose for a visitor, and he's found another child to bring with her!'"
She greeted the children cordially as they were introduced.