A mystery, a shipwreck, a love story and much Cape Cod dialect all contribute to make a unique summer for Louise Grayling, when she goes to stay with a half-uncle who is the storekeeper in a little Cape Cod village. Light, good for hot weather reading.
n't allowed to drive beyond the tavern. But 'tain't noways a fur walk from there."
He expressed no curiosity about her, or her business with the Shell Road storekeeper. That surprised Louise a little. She had presumed all these people would display Yankee curiosity.
It was not a long journey by stage, for which she was thankful. The noonday sun was hot and the interior of the turnout soon began to take on the semblance of a bake-oven. They came out at last on a wind-swept terrace and she gained her first unobstructed view of the ocean.
She had always loved the sea--its wideness, its mystery, its ever changing face. She watched the sweep of a gull following the crested windrow of the breakers on a near-by reef, busy with his fishing. All manner of craft etched their spars and canvas on the horizon, only bluer than the sea itself. Inshore was a fleet of small fry--catboats, sloops, dories under sail, and a smart smack or two going around to Provincetown with cargoes from the fish pounds.