They looked through the avenue of pines that led to the beach and were just in time to see the white sails of a yacht flying like a great white bird past the opening.
"We have to taste of that water to see if it truly isn't salt," said Lois.
"Can you swim?" asked her new friend.
"We are learning to."
"Ah, that is good for the mothers." Wenonah gave Hal a mischievous nod. "Little boys sometimes do not like their bath. It is too much trouble."
Lois laughed. "How did you guess that?" she asked. "We go barefooted in summer and at night Hal always makes a fuss about washing his dusty feet."
Hal looked rather shamefacedly down at the shoes he had not yet discarded for the season.
"I knew a boy once who felt that way. Something strange happened to him."
The children pricked up their ears.
"Would you mind telling us about it?" asked Lois. If there were any stories under that gold band that went around Wenonah's forehead, they were eager to have them.