"I know," Elizabeth leaned over the seat to say into his ear, "Pork Joe."
"You're a remarkable good guesser after you've been told. Well, Peggy, as I was saying, don't let any young Pork Joe get that pretty sister of yours."
"Did she say anything more to you about that letter from Jean?" Elizabeth asked, snuggling down into the seat beside Peggy again.
"Not a word," Peggy said. "Piggy Chambers is around all the time since he came down, and so I can't get much action. By the way, they want us to go to Provincetown with them to-morrow. Can you go? You'd better. They need chaperoning."
"I think I can. I'll have to ask, of course."
"Provincetown is way down on the tip toe of the Cape, you know. We live in the elbow."
"Whoa, Lizzie." Grandfather threw in his clutch and stopped with a flourish just behind two figures who, laden with pails full of berries, and apparently oblivious of the oncoming machine, were plodding ahead in the dust. "Want a ride, boys?"
Two caps were whipped off with an amazing suddenness, exposing one blazing head of bright red hair and one inimitable grin.
"Yes, thank you, sir," two voices spoke as one.
"One will have to ride behind and one with me," Grandfather said. "Elizabeth, these boys are Jim Robbins' grandsons, and if they are anything like old Jim, they are good young fellows to know. They'll tell you their own names, I guess."