1<br >was the first day of August， midsummer， and only fiw<br > the afternoon， but on foggy days an evening chill<br >me early to the bay. The three visitors--a man，<br >aman， and a young girl--were expected; a mufflec<br >;ure in denim pants and a gray sweater was waiting al<br >e wharf to take them across to Wyndom Island. He<br >traduced himself briefly and spared a comment on the<br >.~ather. Here， on the Maine coast， weather was not<br >lall talk--that was evident in the tone of his voice.<br >"Day shut up like a clam soon s the fog came in，" he<br >[d them. "The folks were worried you wouldn t make<br >~ver before dark."<br >"We made it，" the woman said， shivering. She took<br >9air of rubber-soled flats from her big tapestry hand-<br >g， and leaning against a mooring post， exchanged them<br > her high-heeled sandals. Now. standing erect zanY，<br >