“Yes, and you must give me your address,” said the boatman’s daughter, eagerly.
Wyn did so. The two girls, such recent but already such warm friends, kissed each other and Polly Jarley went briskly away toward Market Street. Wyn stopped on the bench for several minutes and watched the girl from Lake Honotonka walk away, while a smile wreathed her lips and a warm light lingered in her brown eyes.
CHAPTER V
BESSIE LAVINE
Suddenly a gay voice hailed Wyn.
“Hi, Captain of the Go-Aheads! What are you doing, mooning here?”
“Why, Bess!” returned Wyn, turning to greet Bessie Lavine. “I didn’t see you coming along.”
“No; but I saw you, my noble captain.”
“Going shopping?”
“Aye, aye, Captain!” cried the other member of the Go-Ahead club. “But who was that I saw you with? Didn’t I see you talking to that girl who just crossed Benefit Street?”