ade it rather slow traveling, but Anne was as happy as
a bird. They got many glimpses of the sea, and now and then some wild
creature would run across the road, or peer at them from the shelter of
the woods. Once or twice a partridge, with her brood of little ones,
fled before them, and there was a great deal for them to see and enjoy.
Anne felt very happy to know that Aunt Martha and Uncle Enos had
forgiven her for running away, and that they were glad for her to go to
Boston. She did not cherish any ill-will against Amanda, and thought
herself a very fortunate little girl to be sitting beside Rose Freeman
and riding along the pleasant road in such a grand chaise.

Mr. Freeman told them that there was something very wonderful to be seen
in Suet, a little village that they would pass through on their way to
Sandwich. "Captain Sears is an old friend of mine," said Mr. Freeman,
"and we will make him a call and he will be glad to show us how salt is
made."

"Can he make salt?" questioned Anne.

"Yes, and a good thing for the colony it is; for salt is hard to get,
with English frigates taking all the cargoes afloat," answered Mr.
Freeman; "and Cape Cod is the very place to make it, for there is plenty
of salt water." Then he told them how Captain Sears had first made long
shallow troughs and filled them with the sea-water, and the sun dried up
the water, leaving the salt in the bottom of the vats. "And now,"
continued Mr. Freeman, "I hear he has had big kettles made, and with
huge fires under them boils the water away and gets good salt in that
fashion. We'll stop and have a look, if time allows."

Just before noon the sky began to grow dark, and there was a distant
rumble of thunder. They were driving through a lonely stretch of
country; there was no house in sight, and Mr. Freeman began to watch the
sky with anxious eyes. He knew that, on the bare sandy plain over which
they were now traveling, the wind would sweep with great force,
sufficient perhaps to overturn the chaise. Rose and Anne grew very quiet
as they heard the thunder and watched the threatening sky.

"We'll soon reach the Yarmouth woods," said Mr. Freeman encouragingly,
"and if the storm comes may be able to find some sort of shelter, but I
fear it will prevent our reaching the salt works."

Rose and Anne both thought to themselves that troughs and kettles filled
with salt water would not be very much of a sight, and were very glad
when the sandy plain