"They deserve any praise," was the reply, and Mrs. Porter gave the speaker her sweet smile.
"It's very difficult, one might almost say comple-cated, for visitin' folks to find any place to reside on the Cape. We ain't got any hotel."
Pen fails to describe the elegant action of shoulders and eyebrows which accentuated this declaration, and Mrs. Porter's smile broadened.
"I've understood so," she replied.
"My name's Benslow," said the visitor, casting an apprehensive glance toward the dining-room. "I've got one o' these copious houses with so much more room than I can use that sometimes I hev—I hev accawmodated parties. I suppose you're from the metrolopous."
"Well, we think it is one. I'm from that wild Chicago!"
"Oh, I s'posed it was Boston."
Here Miss Barry entered, bearing a steaming tureen, which perfumed the atmosphere temptingly.
"Hello, Luella," she said quietly.
At the word the visitor started from her chair with guilty celerity, and brandished an empty cup she was carrying.