“But I’m afraid it will be pretty slow for you, till the week end, at least,” said Marjorie, apologetically, as she started the motor. “There isn’t a thing doing—the town’s practically dead.”
“Why, isn’t there tennis—and driving—and canoeing, an—?” asked Lily.
“Oh, certainly!” interrupted Marjorie. “But I mean no dances or parties, or even young men to call!”
“I don’t believe that will worry me much,” laughed the other. “But say, Marj, couldn’t we go horseback riding—just to practice up a little, you know?”
“Yes, we can hire horses, of course. That’s a dandy idea!”
Marjorie said nothing more about the week-end until they were comfortably established on the porch after Lily’s things had been disposed of. Then she mentioned it again.
“You don’t seem a bit excited about the week-end,” she remarked. “We’re going away!”
“Why, of course I’m thrilled!” Lily hastened to assure her. “Where are we going?”
“To Atlantic City—the hotel where Jack is clerking. And mother has invited Mrs. Hadley and John.”
“That’s great!” cried Lily, rapturously. She had loved the seashore from childhood. Then, at the mention of John Hadley, she asked whether Marjorie had told him of her plans for the summer.