Exactly. There is always a large sized "if" to be put in where anything depends on the weather. Mrs. Kinzer took the matter up with enthusiasm, and so did the girls, Miranda included, and Ford Foster was right about his own part of the company.
But the weather!
It looked well enough to unpracticed eyes, but Ham Morris shook his head and went to consult his fishermen friends. Every human barometer among them warned him to wait a day or so.
"Such warm, nice weather," remonstrated Ford Foster, "and there isn't any wind to speak of."
"There's too much of it coming," was Ham's response, and there was no help for it. Not even when the mail brought word from "Aunt Maria" that her two boys would arrive in a day or so.
"Our last chance is gone, Annie," said Ford, when the news came.
"O, mother, what shall we do?"
"Have your sail, just the same, and invite your cousins."
"But the Kinzers—"
"Why, Annie! Mrs. Kinzer will not think of neglecting them. She's as kind as kind can be."