The quiet life led under her cousin Elsie's roof was not much to Virginia's taste, but nothing better had offered as yet.
Breakfast was over, the morning tasks the girls had set themselves were all done, and the whole four came trooping out upon the porch where the three lads were standing apparently very intent upon some object out at sea.
Edward was looking through a spy-glass, which he handed to Donald just as the girls joined them, saying, "See if you can make out the name."
"Not quite, but she is certainly a yacht," was Donald's reply, after a moment's steady gaze at one of the many vessels within sight; for they had counted more than forty of various sorts and sizes, some outward bound, others coming in. The one which so excited their interest was drawing nearer.
"Let me look," said Mary. "I have the reputation of being very far-sighted."
Donald handed her the glass and pointed out the vessel.
She sighted it, and in another moment said, "Yes, I can read the name—'The Curlew.'"
"Ah, ha!" cried Edward in a very pleased tone, "I was correct; it is Will Tallis's yacht."
"And really it looks as if he meant to call at Ocean Beach," added Charlie. "Must have heard, Ned, that you and I are here."
"Doubtless," laughed Edward.