"He minded me that time," she turned to say, then resumed her chase.
The next few days were filled with preparation for the trip to Foam Ridge, and Dorothy and Nancy could think of little else.
Both had felt the constraint at Glenmore which was really necessary at so large a school.
The freedom from study, with its fixed hours would be refreshing.
There would be fine surf at Foam Ridge, and the two had "tried on" their new bathing-suits at least a dozen times. They had studied the elaborate booklet that showed in colors, the beauty-spots of the place, and Dorothy had received a letter from Betty Chase, saying that in a short time she would be there to join them in their sports.
They were wondering what new friends they would make during the summer. Betty, they knew, would be a lively companion.
Of the gay summer at the shore, of the fun and frolic, of the unexpected things that happened, one may read in
"Dorothy Dainty at Foam Ridge."