“Oh, do get up from there, goose,” Polly laughed. “We are on the coast of Maine, that’s all. Hurry up and get dressed. It’s half-past three. Let’s go out on deck and watch the sunrise.”
“Oh, Polly, I’m so sleepy,” pleaded poor Crullers. “If it isn’t a wreck, I’m going back to bed.”
“Indeed, you’re not,” cried Polly, as she brushed out her heavy curls vigorously. “I’ll throw pillows at you if you dare to try it. If I had a clothespin handy, I’d stick it on your nose. Oh, Crullers, that makes me think of something funny. Now listen, for it may wake you up. Stoney was bound he’d sleep mornings, and Aunty Welcome marched upstairs one day and stuck a clothespin on his nose, sure enough. She says it’s the greatest discourager of sleepiness she knows of, and Stoney got up fast enough after that at first call.”
“It’s awfully cold, isn’t it?” shivered Crullers, groping around after her stockings. Polly turned on the electric light overhead.
“Cold? The second of July. Fiddlesticks!” She put her head out of the little, narrow window, trying to discern the shore outline. “I can’t see anything but dark, hilly-looking bumps. We’re in a bay. There’s a big light way off over there, blinking. It’s a lighthouse.”
There came a light tap on the door.
“Who is it?” asked Polly. “We’re up.”
“It’s me,” said Sue, intimately, but without regard for grammar. “I’m so glad you’re awake, Polly. Ted and I got up as soon as we heard them dropping anchor. Oh, it’s glorious. The sunrise is just breaking through the clouds, and the tide’s way out, and we’re in a big bay, Polly, with a lot of little islands scattered around, as if some giant boy had been throwing giant pebbles. We just saw a lot of fishing smacks go by on their way out to the banks.”
Ten minutes later the four stood on deck. Marbury was the only one there to greet them, except Captain Sandy Saunders and one lone sailor. It was quarter of four.
“We got in earlier than grandfather expected,” said Polly after the good-mornings had all been said. “Just look at all those islands. How will we know which is Lost Island among so many?”