"Oh, yes, certainly."
"Sister lives here still. We all went to school together."
They were driving on a good road between green fields, and Mrs. Porter scented the crisp sea air.
"There's a handsome new house started over there," she said, indicating a hill which was to their left. "Who's building that?"
"Wall, now," the driver responded in his slow, mellifluous tones, "I couldn't tell ye—sudden."
Mrs. Porter leaned back in the carriage with a sigh of ineffable contentment, and thought of the corner of State and Madison streets.
In a minute more the glorious blue of the ocean came in sight, and scattered cottages, which with delightful irregularity were set down at random, some of them surrounded with trees and shrubs.
Mrs. Porter leaned forward with sparkling eyes.
"Don't take me anywhere just yet," she said. "Drive about a little. Have you time?"
"Plenty," declared her companion. "Hain't got to go to the station only once more to-day. Git ap, Molly."