As they neared Surfwood, Mr. Fayre threw aside his papers and looked out for the girls again. He was a most courteous man and politely assisted them with their various belongings, treating them more as grown ladies than as children.
"There they are!" he cried, as the train stopped at the picturesque little station and they spied a big motor car in which Mrs. Fayre and Trudy were sitting.
Trudy was looking lovely in her light summer costume and she warmly welcomed the travellers as they got into the motor.
"How brown you both are," said Mrs. Fayre, kissing the girls; "a nice healthy tan, and very becoming! Did you hate to leave your camp, Dotty? and I suppose you, too, Dolly, became a devotee of mountain life."
"We did have lovely times, Mother, and I expect Dot was sorry to give it up, but I persuaded her."
"You'll have lovely times here, too," promised Trudy, smiling at them; "I'll see to that."
The car stopped at the entrance to a very large hotel. The broad verandas were filled with people, gaily dressed, and gathered in laughing, chatting groups. Between them and the ocean was a broad boardwalk also filled with people.
"Come along, girls," said Mrs. Fayre, and Dotty and Dolly followed her across the veranda and into a large entrance hall. It was very beautiful, with glistening white and gold decorations, a thick moss-green velvet carpet and tall palms round the walls. Then followed a bewildering succession of gorgeous rooms, and finally they went up in an elevator.
"Here we are," and Mrs. Fayre led the two girls into a large and handsomely furnished suite.
"This is our general sitting room," she went on, "and this is your bedroom, right next to Trudy's."