"And so I would," cried Madge. "I don't care for a parcel of little islands out at sea. But that would just suit Lois. What sort of a place is the Isles of Shoals anyhow?"
"Just that," said Lois; "so far as I know. A parcel of little islands, out in the sea."
"Where at?" said Charity.
"I don't know exactly."
"Get the map and look."
"They are too small to be down on the map."
"What is Eliza Wishart wantin' to go there for?" asked Mrs. Armadale.
"O, she goes somewhere every year, grandma; to one place and another; and I suppose she likes novelty."
"That's a poor way to live," said the old lady. "But I suppose, bein' such a place, it'll be sort o' lonesome, and she wants you for company. May be she goes for her health."
"I think quite a good many people go there, grandma."