Foghorns blew continuously across the harbor, and the air was damp and chilly around the clock. Normally, this would have been a less-than-stellar start to the summer, but the mood around Summerledge was bright due to the constant back-and-forth between its inhabitants and those of the Dellemere cottage. Teddy, in particular, made no bones about following Evelyn and Frankie around wherever they went. Once, when the curtain of fog drew back slightly, Knox called out that the motorboat had appeared on the mooring and the dinghy, freshly painted, was lying upturned on the beach like a giant shell. Their father could not stop wondering aloud about Captain Nate’s ability to maneuver seacraft in pea-soup fog. On the fourth day, the sun rose over the point with dazzling clarity, painting the rocks and ledges in unfamiliar light. After so much fog, Chase and Knox walked around blinking their eyes like newborn kittens. The talk at breakfast was about where they would take the boat for the long-awaited picnic.
