“There won’t be any black ants at this camp,” said her niece cheerfully.
“Only sand fleas,” suggested the wicked Tom.
“You can’t scare me with fleas,” said Jennie. “They only hop; they don’t wriggle and creep.”
“My star in the ‘Seaside Idyl,’ Miss Loder, demanded hotel accommodations at first. But she soon changed her mind,” Mr. Hammond said. “She is now glad to be on the lot with the rest of the company.”
“It sounds like a circus,” Aunt Kate murmured doubtfully.
“It is more than that, my dear Madam,” replied the manager, laughing. “But these young people——”
“If Aunt Kate won’t mind,” said Ruth, “let us try it, while she remains at the Herringport Inn.”
“I’ll run her back and forth every day for the ‘eats’,” Tom promptly proposed.
“My duty as a chaperon——” began the good woman, when her niece broke in with:
“In numbers there is perfect safety, Auntie. There are a whole lot of girls down there at the Point.”