The two companions pursued theirs, and soon came to where a rather steep hill led down to the northern beach.
"Now, we do not go down there unless we wish to be 'set across.' That is what they call it: set across to the next island, our near neighbor."
"We must do it some day," replied Mrs. Lowell, looking at that other green hill rising out of the sea.
As they stood gazing, they saw a man run across the rocks on its shore and hail a rowboat which came to meet him.
"It is within rowing distance, isn't it?" said Mrs. Lowell.
"Yes. Little Genevieve told me, one can always find some fisherman who is willing to act as a ferry." Diana looked about. "I think we shall be obliged to ask our path to the farm. Let us go to that cottage over there. It is probably on our way."
They proceeded to a house near the road where cats and chickens seemed equally numerous, and knocked.
"Will you tell us how to get to the Dexter farm?" asked Diana of the woman who answered the summons.
The woman pointed. "You go right up that way to Brook Cove and you'll really be on the farm then if you keep to the right bank. You'll see the old house near a big willow tree."