After dinner Emily retired to her room for a nap.  She did so under protest, declaring that she was not tired, but Thankful insisted.

“If you ain’t tired now you will be when the excitement’s over,” she said.  “My conscience is plaguin’ me enough about fetchin’ you on this cruise, as it is.  Just take it as easy as you can, Emily.  Lie down and rest, and please me.”

So Emily obeyed orders and Mrs. Barnes, after drawing the curtains and asking over and over again if her cousin was sure she was comfortable, went out.  It was late in the afternoon when she returned.

“I’ve been talkin’ until my face aches,” she declared.  “And my mind is about made up to do—­to do what may turn out to be the craziest thing I ever did do.  I’ll tell you the whole thing after supper, Emily.  Let’s let my tongue have a vacation till then.”

And, after supper, which, by the way, was no better than the dinner, she fulfilled her promise.  They retired to the bedroom and Thankful, having carefully closed the windows and door and hung a towel over the keyhole, told of her half-formed plan.

“Emily,” she began, “I presume likely you’ll feel that you’d ought to go back home tomorrow?  Yes, I knew you’d feel that way.  Well, I ain’t goin’ with you.  I’ve made up my mind to stay here for a few days longer.  Now I’ll tell you why.

“You see, Emily,” she went on, “my comin’ down here to East Wellmouth wa’n’t altogether for the fun of lookin’ at the heirloom Uncle Abner left me.  The first thing I wanted to do was see it, but when I had seen it, and if it turned out to be what I hoped it might be, there was somethin’ else.  Emily, Mrs. Pearson’s dyin’ leaves me without a job.  Oh, of course I know I could ‘most likely get another chance at nursin’ or keepin’ house for somebody, but, to tell you the truth, I’m gettin’ kind of tired of that sort of thing.  Other folks’ houses are like other folks’ ailments; they don’t interest you as much as your own do.  I’m sick of askin’ somebody else what they want for dinner; I’d like to get my own dinner, or, at least, if somebody else is to eat with me, I want to decide myself what they’ll have to eat.  I want to run my own house once more afore I die.  And it seems—­yes, it seems to me as if here was the chance; nothin’ but a chance, and a risky one, but a chance just the same.  Emily, I’m thinkin’ of fixin’ up Uncle Abner’s old rattletrap and openin’ a boardin’-house for summer folks in it.

“Yes, yes; I know,” she continued, noticing the expression on her companion’s face.  “There’s as much objection to the plan as there is slack managin’ in this hotel, and that’s some consider’ble.  Fust off, it’ll cost money.  Well; I’ve saved a little money and those cranberry bog shares Mrs. Pearson left me will sell for two thousand at least.  That would be enough, maybe, if I wanted to risk it all, but I don’t.  I’ve got another scheme.  This property of mine down here is free and clear, but, on account of its location and the view, Cap’n Bangs tells me it’s worth consider’ble more than I thought it was.  I believe—­yes, I do believe I could put a mortgage on it for enough to pay for the fixin’ over, maybe more.”