"Peter," said Aunt Caroline, "that's a most sensible suggestion. I never thought of the telephone on board."
[CHAPTER XVI]
Three Errands Ashore
If Aunt Caroline had been bred to the sea, and familiar with its customs that have practically crystallized into an unwritten law, she would have written in her log:
Aboard the yacht Sunshine—Latitude, 40° 43' North; Longitude, 74° 0' West. Weather, clear; wind, SSW., moderate; sea, smooth. Barometer, 29.6.
But not being a seafaring lady, she phrased it in this way in the course of a remark to her nephew:
"William, isn't it lovely to be sitting here aboard our own yacht in the Hudson, and isn't the weather superb?"
The Sunshine still lay at her anchorage, with every prospect auspicious, except for the fact that nothing had been heard from Mrs. Rokeby-Jones. The sun had set somewhere in New Jersey and the lights of New York were shining in its stead. There was a soft coolness in the air, so that Aunt Caroline found comfort in a light wrap.