"I'd love to," Sarah assented readily, beating down a nagging fear of Comanche's eyes.
"Then let's hurry and dress. We must start while it's cool."
"I think you will have to drive, dear," said her grandmother, looking up from the shopping list she was making. "Lisa says we must have laundry soap, and I don't see how you can bring a big box unless you take the buckboard."
Blue Bonnet's face fell. "Lisa's always wanting soap," she grumbled.
"I should love to drive," Sarah suggested wistfully.
Blue Bonnet hesitated; after all a hostess should consider a guest's preference, and Sarah was certainly a "good sort." "Very well," she assented, smothering a sigh.
"Have you all decided what color you want your bathing-suits?" asked the Señora.
"Let's have them all alike," suggested Sarah.
"Red!" exclaimed Blue Bonnet.
"No, thank you," returned Kitty. "Pray consider the feelings of my hair! I'm willing to have any color so long as—"