"Seems to be a bright one," he remarked, grinning. "Ye'd better git some smoked glasses if ye're goin' to look at it long. Git ap, Molly."
With a grating of wheels the old carryall turned around and moved on its way.
"You bet the Cape agrees with them city folks," he soliloquized.
CHAPTER XXVII
THE FULL MOON
"I declare that was too bad of Jerry," said Miss Barry. "He's usually so"—her voice died away because she became aware of Linda, standing before her, a sort of glorified presence. "Hey?" she finished sharply.
The girl had one of Mrs. Porter's hands and with the other arm she now softly embraced her bewildered aunt, then drew away far enough to look into the questioning eyes of first one and then the other.
"You've both had so much trouble with me," she said.
"Well?" returned Miss Barry crisply. "Is it over?"