CHAPTER XVIII
GREAT EXPECTATIONS
“And to think that the Applegates own a motor boat!” It was Lucile who spoke.
The girls were walking down the quaint, narrow street at the side of the hotel. Although it was very early, scarcely seven o’clock, the girls had been up and dressed for nearly an hour. There was so much to be seen and thought about and talked about that an ordinary day, begun at, say, eight o’clock, seemed to these young people wholly inadequate. So it was they happened to be taking a walk while other guests of the hotel were just beginning to wake up, talking over the events of the day before and beginning to feel a most inordinate longing for breakfast.
“I’m awfully glad,” Jessie was saying, in answer to Lucile’s remark. “We ought to have a great old time to-day. Oh, girls, I’m so hungry!”
“That’s the tenth time you’ve said that very same thing within the last ten minutes, Jessie,” said Evelyn, teasingly. “That suit is awfully becoming, Lucy,” she approved.
“What do you mean?” queried Lucile of Jessie, while she thanked Evelyn with a bright smile.
“Oh, you don’t pay any attention to me at all, and nobody throws any compliments in my direction,” and Jessie contrived to look very injured and forlorn.
“Why, we were listening with all our ears,” declaimed Lucile; then added, naively, “What did you say?”