"I know you _said_ he took you there."
"Well, he did, smarty! He's my cousin--of course, not too close."
And Ida May giggled. "Well, we've been corresponding."
"I hope it's all perfectly proper," grinned Miss Leary.
Ida May Bostwick stuck out her tongue. But she laughed.
"I've got a good mind," she said to her friend, "to go down and see
that fellow's folks. They're well fixed, I guess. And the store pays
you for one week of your vacation. I wouldn't lose much, even if it
did turn out to be a dead-and-alive hole."
CHAPTER XIX
THE ARRIVAL
There was a driving road down past Latham's Folly and on across
certain sand flats and by cranberry bogs to a small settlement where
Prudence had a stepsister still living. This old woman lived with
her granddaughter's husband's kinsfolk, who were so distantly
related to Cap'n Ira's wife that the relationship could scarcely be
followed.
"It takes us Cape Codders," remarked Cap'n Ira, "to study out the
shoals and channels of kinship. It's 'cause we're such good
navigators that we're able to do it."
"And now that we've got Ida May to harness up Queenie for us and
look after the house while we're gone, and you feel so much spryer
yourself, Ira, I don't see why we can't visit our folks a little,"
Prudence said.
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