"For goodness' sake, why?" Margy demanded. "They never asked us to any of their parties."
"Well, I just thought perhaps we ought to," Jess replied, and subsided.
The next day was hot and clear and every one knew that the evening would be ideal for a beach party. Mrs. Marley and Mrs. Williamson went over to the hotel, taking Polly with them, to call on Captain Mooney and his daughter. They announced, on their return, that Ella had seemed delighted with the idea of a party and that she would come at half past seven.
As always, when a party is to be given, there was a great deal to be done to get ready for it.
"We'll get the driftwood," Mr. Marley promised, "and we'll see that you have enough sticks sharpened for the bacon and marshmallows. I think right out in front of the house is a good place for the fire; the sand dune will break the wind."
Along in the afternoon, Artie took advantage of the temporary lull in the day's activities to suggest that he might go after the mail.
"Get the marshmallows, too," his mother asked him, giving him the money. "And, Artie, do try to hurry."
Artie promised speed and set off joyfully for the town. He went by way of the beach, and of course no one can hurry along a beach, for there are so many interesting things to see and do, even though one has seen and done them all many times before.
"Shall I get the mail first, or the candy?" thought Artie, as he came in sight of the town.