It was even more thrilling to find the Robinsons just as enthusiastic about the plan, adding four more names to their list.
“That’s all!” sighed Mabel. “Unless we go over to the Royal and try to get the Smiths.”
“They wouldn’t come,” returned Mary Louise, “because they’d have nowhere to sleep. And besides, they don’t care about economy. They have piles of money.”
“True. But I’ll tell you whom we can get, Mary Lou: those four Harrisburg boys. They can put up tents in the woods and eat at Ditmars’. They’ll love it, and besides, it will make it possible for them to stay at Shady Nook a lot longer. Their money will go so much farther than it would at the Royal.”
“That is an idea, Mabel!” cried Mary Louise. “And maybe they’d be willing to eat at a second table, so we shouldn’t have to get extra chairs.”
“The very thing. Sixteen chairs isn’t so bad. I guess the Ditmars have four, and we each have a card-table set. I suppose the Robinson boys can knock together a bench and some chairs for a porch table.”
“Adelaide Ditmar suggested getting Tom Adams to do it.”
“Then we’d have to pay him! No, I think we better ask the Robinson boys or Horace Ditmar.”
The girls reached the bungalow and found the young couple waiting for them on the porch. Horace Ditmar was a good-looking man of perhaps twenty-five—not much older than David McCall, Mary Louise thought—and Adelaide was scarcely twenty. They were a handsome pair: it was too bad if they weren’t happy.
Adelaide’s eager blue eyes were gazing into Mary Louise’s as if she could not wait for her answer.