CHAPTER I.
THE KINZER FARM, THE NEW SUIT, AND THE WEDDING.
Between the village and the inlet, and half a mile from the great "bay," lay the Kinzer farm.

Beyond the bay was a sandbar, and beyond that the Atlantic Ocean; for all this was on the southerly shore of Long Island.
The Kinzer farm had lain right there--acre for acre, no more, no less--on the day when Hendrik Hudson long ago sailed the good ship "Half Moon" into New-York Bay.

But it was not then known to any one as the Kinzer farm.

Neither was there then, as now, any bright and growing village crowding up on one side of it, with a railway-station and a post-office.

Nor was there, at that time, any great and busy city of New York, only a few hours' ride away, over on the island of Manhattan.