“Who’s driving first?” she asked, as the last bundle was stored away.
“I am,” answered Mary Louise. “You and Silky in front with me, and Mother and Freckles in back. We’ll shift places after lunch.”
It was a lovely clear day, not so hot as it often is in August, and the whole party was in the gayest of spirits. Mary Louise loved to drive, and she did it well. She would not have minded if she had been kept at the wheel all day.
Nevertheless, after their pleasant lunch at a quaint little tea room on the roadside, she was perfectly willing to exchange places with her mother and enjoy the better opportunity to look at the scenery.
Jane, however, was more interested in Shady Nook than in the country through which they were passing. She asked innumerable questions.
“How many bungalows did you say there are, Mary Lou?” she inquired.
“There were six last year, counting Flicks’ Inn. But I understand that there were two new ones put up this spring.”
“And are there plenty of young people?”
“Not so many at the cottages, but it doesn’t matter, because we have just as much fun with the middle-aged people. Everybody swims and paddles and dances and plays tennis. Besides, there are always extra young people boarding at Flicks’ for shorter vacations. And sometimes we meet the people at the Royal Hotel.”
“Is that where they hold the dances?” inquired Jane. “When we wear our flossy dresses?”