At last Rose lost patience.
"What will you play?" she asked sharply, her cheeks flushing.
"Oh, I don't know," Gwen replied carelessly. "I guess I won't play at all, anyway not with you two. I'll run back and find Max Deland. He's good fun, and he'll surely be able to think of something I'll like to play. He most always does, and I like him because he is wide awake. Good-bye!" and she was off like a flash down the beach.
CHAPTER VIII[ToC]
AUNT ROSE CALLS
There had been many sunny days with blue skies, and never a cloud in sight, when one day, to the surprise of everyone, the sky appeared to be a solid mass of dark, leaden clouds, and the sea that for such a long time had been glistening and sparkling, now showed only a dark sullen surface, with here and there a whitecap to break its monotony.
Rose and Polly had decided to remain indoors, and all the afternoon they had been busy sorting the shells that they had been collecting.