"I should say it was!" Carrie responded enthusiastically.
"Have you been in the water yet?" asked Fred, speaking to Joe Anderson, who seemed strangely silent.
Usually Joe was more than willing to tell what he had done or intended to do.
"Went in right away, had a cramp and had to come out," Joe said briefly.
Polly saw that he looked pale and instantly excused him for seeming rather sullen.
"I guess I'll go on to the post-office with you," announced Carrie, quite as though she had been considering this plan, as indeed she had.
Mattie stared and Polly at once asked her to come, too.
"I can't go so far in these slippers," Mattie answered. "Besides, the sun is too hot. I hate to get tanned. Polly, your nose is red this minute."
Joe Anderson said he was going to sit under the fishing pier in the shade and Mattie made for the boardwalk, which would be kinder, she had no doubt, to her patent leather slippers than the hot sand. Carrie slipped her arm through Margy's as the Riddle Club resumed its tramp.