The three friends were having a farewell tea-party at "Breezy Inn," and very sad were the three little faces at the thought of parting.
"And the worst of it is," said Midget, "I can't come again for four years, and then I'll be sixteen years old, just think of that!"
"So will I," said Molly; "we'll be almost young ladies. Isn't it horrid?"
"At least we won't get into such mischief," said Marjorie, laughing as she remembered the scrapes they had been in all summer. "And next year it's Kitty's turn to come, and you'll have fun with her here in "Breezy Inn," and I won't be here."
At this pathetic announcement, Stella began to cry in earnest, and merry Molly tried to cheer the others up.
"Well, we can't help it," she said, "and I suppose, Marjorie, you'll be having a good time somewhere else."
"I s'pose so. They were all at the seashore this summer, and Kitty wrote to me that she had had a lovely time."
"Maybe she'll trade off with you," said Stella, "and let you come up here next summer, while she goes to the seashore again."
"Maybe she will," said Midget, brightening up; "I'd like that, but I don't believe Mother will let us. You see, we take regular turns spending the summer with Grandma. Baby Rosamond never has been yet, but when it's her turn again, she'll be old enough, and so that puts me off for four years."
"Don't let's talk about it," said Molly, as she took her eleventh ginger-snap from the plate; "we can't help it, and we may as well look on the bright side. Let's write letters to each other this winter; shall we?"