asked me so particular,
and you was down there two or three months ago. When Josiah comes back
from school he'll help you some, if you need him."

Captain Jerry didn't mind staying at home, and so Eri went into the
house to make arrangements for the proposed excursion. He had some
difficulty in persuading Mrs. Snow and Elsie to leave the sick man,
but both were tired and needed a rest, and there was a telephone at the
station, so that news of a change in the patient's condition could be
sent almost immediately. Under these conditions, and as Captain Jerry
was certain to take good care of their charge, the two were persuaded
to go. Perez took the dory and rowed over to the cable station to see if
Mr. Hazeltine cared to make one of the party. When he returned, bringing
the electrician with him, Daniel, harnessed to the carryall, was
standing at the side door, and Captain Eri, Mrs. Snow, and Elsie were
waiting.

Ralph glanced at the carryall, and then at those who were expected to
occupy it.

"I think I'd better row down, Captain," he said. "I don't see how five
of us are going to find room in there."

"What, in a carryall?" exclaimed the Captain. "Why, that's what a
carryall's for. I've carried six in a carryall 'fore now. 'Twas a good
while ago, though," he added with a chuckle, "when I was consid'rable
younger 'n I am now. Squeezin' didn't count in them days, 'specially if
the girls wanted to go to camp-meetin'. I cal'late we can fix it. You
and me'll set on the front seat, and the rest in back. Elsie ain't a
very big package, and Perez, he's sort of injy-rubber; he'll fit in
'most anywheres. Let's try it anyhow."

And try it they did. While it was true that Elsie was rather small,
Mrs. Snow was distinctly large, and how Captain Perez, in spite of his
alleged elasticity, managed to find room between them is a mystery. He,
however, announced that he was all right, adding, as a caution:

"Don't jolt none, Eri, 'cause I'm kind of hangin' on the little aidge of
nothin'."

"I'll look out for you," answered his friend, picking up the reins. "All
ashore that's goin' ashore. So long, Jerry. Git dap, Thousand Dollars!"

Daniel complacently accepted this testimony to his monetary worth and
jogged out of the yard. Fortunately appearances do not count for much in
Orham, except in the summer, and the spectacle of five in a carryall
is nothing out of the ordinary. They turned into the "cliff road," the
finest thoroughfare