e and then ate some more until they were
completely satisfied with life and were feeling contented and
beautifully, wonderfully drowsy.

Connie's mother had served them other things beside clam chowder. There
were pork chops and apple sauce, there were muffins and honey and apple
pie, and when they had finished, the once full table looked as if a swarm
of locusts had been at it.

And all the time Connie's mother had watched them with wide, delighted
eyes and Connie's father had lounged back in his chair, smoking a cigar
and looking on with an indulgent smile.

Mr. Danvers, with the aid of a couple of men from the dock, had got the
girls' trunks up to the house and into the rooms they were going to
occupy for the summer.

And now, having done his duty, he had sauntered into the dining room to
get acquainted with the girls and smoke a cigar. He and Mrs. Danvers had
had their dinner earlier, because, as Mrs. Danvers laughingly explained,
"she had been famished and could not wait," so that now there was nothing
to do but watch the girls enjoy themselves.

The dining room was like all the other rooms in the cottage, cheerful and
cozy and tastefully furnished, and as the girls looked about them happily
they felt that they must have known the house and its owners all their
lives.

Mr. Danvers was many years older than his wife, and he looked even older
than he was. But he was a handsome man, and the touch of gray in the hair
at his temples only made him look more distinguished. He adored his wife,
and his eyes followed her wherever she went.

"As if any one could blame him for that," thought Billie, as Mrs. Danvers
slipped a second piece of apple pie on her plate.

"My gracious! do you expect me to eat a second piece of pie?" cried
Billie, glancing up at Mrs. Danvers, with a smile.

"A second piece of pie isn't very much for a young girl with a healthy
appetite," returned the lady of the bungalow.

"You give her too much pie, and she'll be dreaming of all sorts of
things," remonstrated Vi.

"Why, Vi! To talk that way when you are eating a second piece yourself!"
broke in Laura.

"If we dream, perhaps we'll all dream together, so what's the
difference?" remarked Billie; and at this there was a laugh in which even
Mr. Danvers joined.

After dinner Connie's mother sent them up to their rooms, saying that she
knew they must be tired to death and should go to bed early so they could
get up to see the sun rise the n