No untoward event occurred to cause disappointment or delay; all were ready in due season, and the yacht set sail at the appointed time, with a full list of passengers, carrying plenty of luggage, and with fair winds and sunny skies.

They were favored with exceptionally fine weather all the way, and seas so smooth that scarce a touch of sea-sickness was felt by any, from the oldest to the youngest.

They entered Nantucket harbor one lovely summer morning, with a delicious breeze blowing from the sea, the waves rippling and dancing in the sunlight, and the pretty town seated like a queen on the surrounding heights that slope gently up from the water.

They were all gathered on deck, eager for a first glimpse of the place.

Most of them spoke admiringly of it, but Zoe said, “It’s pretty enough, but too much of a town for me.  I’m glad we are not to stay in it.  ’Sconset is a smaller place, isn’t it, captain?”

“Much smaller,” he answered; “quite small enough to suit even so great a lover of solitude as yourself, Mrs. Travilla.”

“Oh, you needn’t laugh at me,” she retorted; “one needn’t be a great lover of solitude to care for no more society than is afforded by this crowd.  But I want to be close by the bounding sea, and this town is shut off from that by its harbor.”

“Where is the harbor, papa?” asked little Grace.

“All around us, my child; we are in it.”

“Are we?” she asked, “I think it looks just like the sea; what’s the matter with it, Aunt Zoe?”

“Nothing, only it’s too quiet; the great waves don’t come rolling in and breaking along the shore.  I heard your father say so; it’s here they have the still bathing.”

“Oh, yes, and papa is going to teach us to swim!” exclaimed Lulu; “I’m so glad, for I like to learn how to do everything.”

“That’s right,” her father said, with an approving smile; “learn all you can, for ‘knowledge is power.’”

They landed, the gentlemen presently secured a sufficient number of hacks to comfortably accommodate the entire party, and after a cursory view of the town, in a drive through several of its more important streets, they started on the road to ’Sconset.

They found it, though a lonely, by no means an unpleasant, drive—­a road marked out only by rows of parallel ruts across wild moorlands, where the ground was level or slightly rolling, with now and then some gentle elevation, or a far-off glimpse of harbor or sea, or a lonely farmhouse.  The wastes were treeless, save for the presence of a few stunted jack-pines; but these gave out a sweet scent, mingling pleasantly with the smell of the salt-sea air; and there were wild roses and other flowering shrubs, thistles and tiger-lilies and other wild flowers, beautiful enough to tempt our travellers to alight occasionally to gather them.

’Sconset was reached at length, three adjacent cottages found ready and waiting for their occupancy, and they took possession.