“Cap’n Sackett has the keys,” volunteered Dick. “You might call on him.”
“Why, I’d like to go with you, Anne,” said Cicely.
“So would I,” agreed Nancy and Beverly.
“And I,” added Gilda. “Here comes Norma.”
Dick had an errand elsewhere. “I say!” he whispered to Nancy, as the girls started for the walk along the shore, “the Golden Girl is going to get a surprise when she sees the palace of the king her father!”
“Why, Dick?” asked Nancy. But Reddy would not tell her.
CHAPTER VIII
IDLEWILD
The first part of the way to Idlewild was unfamiliar to Anne. Apparently she had never walked far on the foot-path around her father’s place. But as they approached the end of the mile walk she grew more animated. She remembered this point of rocks, that tree, this cliff above the surf. And when finally they came to the solid and substantial wall which Mr. Poole had built to separate his land from mere pasture, her spirits rose greatly.
They climbed the pretty stile, “quite English,” as Cicely said. Then Anne became the Golden Girl once more, and began to show the others about with an air of importance.