"Yes, it is," said Edna. "It's a fine port in a storm, but in all decent weather we scorn it."
Sylvia went to a window. A rocky path led between the symmetrical firs down toward the shore where far below boomed the noisy surf.
"And how is the boat, Sylvia?" asked Miss Martha.
"It's a joy," replied the girl, looking around brightly.
"Oh, yes, your boat," said Edna. "I'm going to invite myself over on purpose to row with you. Miss Lacey has told me all about it and its mysterious name."
Her eyes twinkled at Sylvia.
"It is—very mysterious," returned the latter, laughing.
Miss Lacey gave a quick nod. "I'm going to ask Judge Trent what it means when he comes," she declared.
"Fie, Miss Martha! How indiscreet!" laughed Edna. "Can't he have a little undisturbed flirtation with his best girl?"
She was surprised at the suddenness and depth of Miss Lacey's blush, but the little woman bustled out to the dining-room and shortly announced dinner.