"Oh, yes—twice as large."
"Quite a few summer boarders, eh?"
"Back of the village, yes. There are no folks stopping in the village itself."
"No, but that helps to liven up things, of course—buying stuff and mailing letters."
He paused again.
"Yes, they have to come there for goods, and that makes the stores do very well. And the post office is a lively enough place at mail times."
"Always is, when there are summer boarders around." The man laughed lightly. "Can I help you with the boat?" he went on, changing the subject.
"You can hold the tiller while I hoist the jib," said Ralph. "The storm is over, I guess."
The jib was unfurled and the mainsail let out full, and once again the little craft went bounding on her way.
Ralph did not take to his passenger's appearance, and said very little during the remainder of the trip. The man also relapsed into silence, as if resolving some scheme in his mind.