sly marred the blue waters, had recovered its beautiful
serenity.

"We are going to take a barge ride, McCall," said Anne, as they
alighted from the car. "You might follow us at a respectful distance,
though, so you can pick us up when we decide to get out."

Armitage touched his cap and sat watching amusedly, while Anne and Sara
with exaggerated swinging strides walked toward a barge comfortably
filled with a heterogeneous assemblage of sightseers. They paused
uncertainly at the side of the clumsy vehicle and were thus espied by
the driver, who was on the point of starting his horses.

"Whoa!" he cried, pulling at the reins. "Here you are, ladies. Two
seats in the front for the sunset drive. Last chance of the day. All
the way round for fifty cents. All points pointed out, with inside
information."

Sara glanced doubtfully at Anne, but the girl already had her foot on
the step.

"We ain't going all the way," she said. "Can we get out where we
please?"

"Sure, the sooner the better," cried the driver cheerfully.

"All right," said Anne, clambering in; "come on, Jane."

Sara followed obediently, kneeing her way along the seat to Anne's side.

"The Cliff Walk," said the driver, swinging his whip to the left as
they drove up the hill.

"Is that where society people walk?" asked Anne.

"Naw, only the common people," replied the oracle. "Any society person
found there would be ostracized."

"They would!" exclaimed an elderly Irishman, smoking a pipe at Anne's
side. "Is th' ground too poor fur their phroud feet?"

"Only think," said a stout woman behind them, leaning forward, "the
cottage owners have been tryin' to close up the walk to the public. My
brother 's a grocer clerk here and he says the city would be better off
without the cottagers. They 're awful! Don't pay their bills and such
carryin's on--you 've no idea."

"Use n't you to live here?" asked Sara. "I thought I seen you in the
city."

"Not me. I live over to Jamestown," said the stout woman.

In the meantime, Anne had noted to her disgust that two men in white
duck trousers and straw yachting caps were trying to catch their
attention. It was not to be wondered at, for despite the broad-brimmed
hats tilted well over their foreheads and hair in studied disarray, by
way of disguise, no more dashing pair had ever patronized Newport's
sightseeing system. Of course this aspect of their adventure had not
occurred to Anne and she was