21 Saturday, August 14, 1897 Amanda and Sophie stood on the veranda and watched as the Little Mac docked and two men disembarked and trudged up the path toward the house. Sophie shaded her eyes. With a scowl, she turned away and folded her arms across her waist. “Oh, forevermore! I do wish Father wouldn’t bring Paul with him every time he makes an appearance on the island.” “Paul seems very nice, except when his surprises cause you to fall into the river.” Amanda giggled. “I don’t find your comment