“Well, you always did have a gift for seeing ‘swans where others only saw geese,’” said Zan, whimsically.
The boys now were heard shouting and the girls turned to see them making signs. They said they were going to the camp and start dinner. The Guide signalled that it would be all right as far as she was concerned, so the girls kept on gathering shells until the call came for dinner.
Before they reached the camp, however, they saw the boys standing on the end of the promontory gazing through the glasses out at the Sound. When they were near enough, they heard Fiji shout through a megaphone made with his hands:
“Hurry up! Comp’ny!”
“Land’s sake, who can it be?” cried Zan.
Before they reached the cliff they could plainly see the white sails of a boat that was heading straight for the site.
“If that isn’t Dad I’ll eat these shells!” cried Elizabeth.
“Spare enough for that costume of Nita’s,” laughed Jane.
“She won’t have to crack any teeth on that wager ’cause it is Mr. Remington,” now said Zan, as the sail-boat tacked ever nearer to the crude pier off the point of land.
To witness the reception accorded the visitor one would think Mr. Remington was the long lost Robinson Crusoe. But the moment dinner was over the boys began to tease for a sail in the boat.