“Have you ever been to Beatty’s Island?” Ellen inquired.
“Once, but only for a week, and that when I was a little girl, but I remember how fascinating a place it seemed to me then.”
This talk took place while the two were putting on their wraps; then Caro appeared, and the subject was dropped, for not a word was to be spoken to others of the summer plans till they were really settled.
Frank and Clyde saw the girls home, when they parted, not to meet again till the next morning.
“I’ll come over right after breakfast,” Mabel promised. “Please don’t settle anything till I get there,” after which rather cryptic remark only goodnights were said.
CHAPTER XIV
WHERE THE SUMMER WAS SPENT
It was with difficulty that Ellen refrained from pouring forth the next morning the eager question, Are we going? And that she might not yield to the temptation she jabbered away while she was helping with breakfast, and gave a detailed account of the doings of the night before. Once in a while Miss Rindy gave her a quizzical look, but made no reference to the matter of such great interest to both of them.
They had just risen from the table when in rushed Mabel. “I couldn’t wait another minute,” she cried breathlessly. Then dropping on her knees at Miss Rindy’s feet and clasping her hands pleadingly, she exclaimed, “Please, dear, good lady, don’t keep me in suspense any longer. Tell me that you’re not going to turn me down, but that you are going.”
“Going? Where?” answered Miss Rindy teasingly with the same quizzical smile she had given Ellen.