But Ruth guessed, and her face broke into a smile. “I’m with you, dear!” she cried. “Of course we will—if we’re let.”
“Will what?” gasped Nettie. “You girls are thought readers. What one thinks of the other knows right away.”
“A concert,” said Ruth and Helen together.
“Oh! When?”
“Right here—and now!” said Helen, promptly. “If the Holloways will let us.”
“Oh, girls! what a very splendid idea,” declared Nettie. Then the next moment she added: “But the piano is downstairs, and they could never get it up here. And there’s no room big enough upstairs, anyhow.”
Ruth began to laugh. “I tell you. It shall be a regular chamber concert. We’ll have it in the bed chambers, for a fact!”
“What do you mean?” asked the puzzled Nettie.
“Why, the audience can sit in their rooms or on the stairs or in the long hall up here. We will give the concert downstairs. I don’t know but we’ll have to give it barefooted, girls!”
The laughter that followed was interrupted by a shout from below. They heard somebody say that there was a boat coming.