It was a kind thought, and a bit of tact that careless, flighty Vera often showed.
Dorothy opened her letter, and commenced reading. After a few lines she looked up, her eyes shining.
"Nancy, come here, and listen to this.
"They are already on the homeward trip, and the first of May Mother and Aunt Charlotte will be at the Stone House, and we are to join them a week later. Already Mother has written to Mrs. Marvin, and we are to be excused for the last two weeks at Glenmore, and away we'll speed toward Merrivale and home."
"Oh, I am so glad!" Nancy cried as she pressed Dorothy closer.
"And that isn't all," said Dorothy, "for hear this:
"I'm sure, dear, that you and Nancy will be delighted to know that, after a short stay at the Stone House, we shall go to Foam Ridge for the summer. You are both so fond of the shore, and the salt air."
Nancy's eyes were bright, and there was a droll twinkle in them.
Drawing closer, Nancy whispered a rare bit of news.
"Do you mean that?" Dorothy asked. "Are you sure?"