Mr. Robinson had been to Cuba, though not to Porto Rico, but the
islands, are much the same, and his knowledge of one sufficed for the
other. Inez, too, was of service to the girls and the two ladies in
telling them what to wear.
Mr. Robinson and the boys were comfortable in suits of thin Scotch
tweed, once the southern limits were reached, and later they changed
to linen of the kind they used during their stay. Mrs. Robinson,
Mrs. Kimball, and the girls varied from brown silks to linens, and
found them perfectly well suited to the climate.
The days slipped by. The sun became warmer and warmer, and then, one
morning, as the party came on, deck after breakfast, Cora, going
forward, called out:
"Oh, see how blue the water is!"
"Isn't it!" agreed Bess.
"How beautiful!" murmured Belle.
"Now we are coming to my country," said Inez, softly. "Off there is
Porto Rico, and beyond--beyond is Sea Horse Island--and my father!"
There were traces of tears in her eyes. Cora softly slipped her hand
into that of the pretty refugee.
CHAPTER XI
IN SAN JUAN
The anchor splashed into the blue waters of San Juan Bay. The ship
swung around at her cable, and came to rest, and then up came the
small boats with their skippers, eager to obtain fares and the
transportation of baggage. Sailing craft there were, puffing tugs,
old-fashioned naphtha launches and the more modern gasoline launches,
all-swarming about the steamer.
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