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They had taken the Sausalito road, to get the cool air from the bay, and it flashed across her that if she COULD persuade them to drop her at the foot of the hill, she could be at home in five minutes, back in the dear familiar garden, with Anna and Phil lazily debating the attractions of a walk and a row, and Betsey compounding weak, cold, too-sweet lemonade.
"I didn't know you had friends in Sausalito," she said, letting a spoonful of coffee trickle back into her cup. "I haven't. I spent the night in a lodging-house ... on the water-front...." "My dear Miss Robson, really I.... Why, I hope you don't think I was inquisitive!" It was the simplicity of the challenge that made it impossible to be ignored.
Flint's cold any good," Mrs. Richards said, drawlingly. "Mr. Flint's cold?... I don't quite see what that has to do with it." "Oh, you said 'we' I somehow got the impression...." "No, Mrs. Richards, you've misunderstood me again." Claire threw a cool, even glance at her antagonist. "I made the trip from Yolanda to Sausalito in Mr. Stillman's car." "Oh!" said Mrs.
His straight brows set themselves in a frown, which he bent sometimes at the group volleying personalities at Harry Banks, and sometimes on the terraced hills of Sausalito. When they trooped off with the crowd, Kate fell in beside Bertram again. Lagging deliberately, she let a group of picnickers come in between them and the rest of their party. He was still frowning.
Bertram Chester, had he been accustomed to spare any of his powers for introspective imagination, might have beheld his crossroads, his turning point, in this passage through the South of Market picnic to the little group waiting, by the Sausalito Ferry, to take him to the Masters ranch.
Sally always tries to keep them together for Christmas Eve, but in my opinion they're all bored by this tree and stocking business. But of course Ned and his extraordinary wife will be all over the place!" "I've not been in Sausalito, except once, for eight years," Julia said reflectively. "I know you've not. Well, we'll go to-morrow." Miss Toland reached for a cigarette; yawned as she lighted it.
Sometimes it is like a great purple shadow, and at others the clouds fight about it like the ghosts of big sea gulls." They were sailing past the rounded end of the western inner point of the little bay. It was almost detached from the bare ridge behind and half covered with oaks and willow trees. "That is Point Sausalito.
Susan had not been to Sausalito for a long time, and Mrs. Carroll was ending a day's shopping with a call on mother and babies. Martin, drowsy and contented, was in her arms. Susan, luxuriating in an hour's idleness and gossip, sat near the open window, with the tiny Billy. Outside, a gusty August wind was sweeping chaff and papers before it; passers-by dodged it as if it were sleet.
You can imagine our disgust when we interviewed the Captain. "Not on your life!" he said decidedly. "Why, boys, I got two a 'em a-ready, one in Noo Bedford she's my lawful, and one a sort of 'erdeependence, in Sausalito. But boys, I don't go for to commit trigonometry, no sir!" Thunder rested on our brows but the Captain continued,
In 1870 I was in the produce commission business in San Francisco and had a consignor in Vacaville by the name of G. N. Platt who had been presented with a fine young bull by Frank M. Pixley, who lived in Sausalito, in the hills about two miles from town. Mr. Platt requested me to go and get the bull and ship him to Vacaville, so I left next morning for Sausalito.
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