“Not—not that boy with the sticky-out ears! Not actually!” Eve dropped onto the sea chest, consternation in every line of her face.
“Yup, they’re driving up from Mason’s Cove, wherever that is. It appears their family is spending the summer there. They’re going to stay at a hotel or inn or whatever there is, Hattie May says. She says her parents consented because she told them my father was a missionary, so they’re sure we’re respectable.” I gave another giggle.
Eve groaned. “No doubt their parents are only too pleased to lose sight of Hamish for a while,” she remarked.
“Oh,” I returned lightly, “I can imagine worse boys than Hamish.”
“Well, I haven’t your imagination,” Eve returned feelingly. “When did you say they were coming?”
“Well, the letter says tomorrow. But as it isn’t dated and the postmark is blurred, it might be they’ll be here today.”
“Today! Well you’d better go down and break the news to your aunt!”
“But I don’t see why that’s necessary—they won’t bother her.”
“Don’t be too sure,” returned Eve darkly.
Aunt Cal departed soon after dinner that day to attend the weekly meeting of the Ladies’ Civic Betterment Society. The carpet rags were all dry and Eve and I determined to get a lot of sewing done on them to make up for our carelessness in leaving them out in the rain. Eve thought that, once they were sewed and wound into balls, Aunt Cal might not notice the change in color which many of the pieces had undergone.