22 Saturday, August 21, 1897 Broadmoor Island Mr. Atwell stood on the pier and welcomed the family members and guests as they stepped aboard the DaisyBee. Daniel had attempted to position himself near Fanny, but she had immediately surrounded herself with Louisa’s children. The sight of the baby in her arms had obviously been enough to stave off his advances, for he’d stepped to the other side of the launch. She’d not yet decided how she would keep him at bay once they arrived at their destination.