"And I believe that's a sail boat with the sun on it quite near the shore on this side," returned Mrs. Morton.
"We must make an excursion some day this summer to Barcelona," said Mrs. Emerson. "When I was here before we had a delightful picnic there."
"Where is it?" asked her husband.
"That sail is just off it, I should say," she replied. "It is a tiny fishing village, with nets hung up picturesquely to dry and cliffs on one side and a beach on the other."
"I wonder how it got its name," questioned Roger, who always gathered bits of stray information as he went along and never lost anything because of shyness in asking questions.
"They say," replied his grandmother, "that Barcelona was the very spot at which the Indians from Canada used to land when they came over to make a visit on this side of the great lake."
"The place was known long ago, then."
"Apparently. So it wasn't strange that when some Spanish and Portuguese fishermen a long time afterwards wanted to establish a fishing business somewhere along the shore they chose this locality."
"Can we fish when we go there?" asked Ethel Blue.
"If Grandfather and Roger will take you out. Or we can all go in a motor boat."