After due reflection, the girls concluded that they did, and the fascinating tray of French confections was again offered for their selection.
At the station where they were to take the train for Surfwood, Mr. Fayre met them.
"Well," he exclaimed. "So I am to take the responsibility of these two beautiful young ladies."
"Yes," rejoined Mr. Rose; "but I'm glad to tell you that they are not really difficult to manage. They have behaved most properly all day and honestly I hate to give them up. I know Camp Crosstrees will seem deserted and desolate without these two little rays of sunshine."
After affectionate leavetakings, Mr. Rose departed and the two girls went on with Mr. Fayre.
He was not of such a jolly nature as Mr. Rose, nor so inclined to talk with the children.
He placed them in adjoining chairs in the parlour car, and after supplying them with picture papers and candies, he seemed to consider his responsibilities at an end, and taking his own seat, immediately buried himself in his newspaper.
"Not much like the Adirondacks, is it?" said Dolly, as they whirled along through the flat landscapes of New Jersey.
"No, of course not; you wouldn't expect it. How soon do we see the ocean?"
"Very soon, now. We'll get to Surfwood about six, but we'll see the ocean long before then, there are so many beach stations."