“Poor woman,” said Cora. “I feel so sorry for her!”
The boys remained out fishing nearly all day, and when they returned, not having had exceptional luck, Cora took Jack to one side and asked:
“What was the name of the girl you and Ed met on the road the time of our break-down?”
“She didn’t say.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, Sis. If I knew I’d have sent her a souvenir postal. What’s the answer?”
“Oh, nothing, I thought perhaps she had mentioned it.”
“Nary a word. Did you have a nice ride?”
“Yes, we went to the lighthouse. And, Jack, what do you think? That woman–the one in our garage–is Mr. Haley’s sister!”
Jack was properly astonished, and he and the other boys listened with interest to the story of the identification.