“Well, let’s see. This is the fourth of June. We shall leave New York on the fifteenth. I should say we would be back by the middle of August.”
“And will we come back the same way?”
“No; we’ll come back by rail. One way by boat will be enough. You’ll have seen plenty of water by the time you reach San Francisco.”
“I hope Dick decides to go with us,” said Shirley.
“And so do I,” declared Mabel.
“Oh, he’ll go, all right,” remarked Mr. Willing.
And the latter was right. Three days later Shirley stood before her father with an open letter in her hand.
“It’s from Dick,” she explained. “He says he is going with us.”
Mr. Willing chuckled.
“I see Harperson is still a friend of mine,” he muttered to himself.