“But I doubt the advisability of accepting Trix Severn’s invitation.”
“Now, isn’t that mean——”
“Hold your horses,” again advised Ruth. “We will go, anyway. If all is well we will stay at the hotel a while. Pearl Harrod’s uncle owns a bungalow there, too; she has asked me to come there for a while, and bring you all.”
“Well! isn’t that nice?” agreed Agnes. “Then we can stay twice as long.”
“Whether it will be right for us to accept the hospitality offered us when we have no means of returning it——”
“Oh, dear me, Ruth! don’t be a fuss-cat.”
“There is a big tent colony there—quite removed from the hotel,” suggested Ruth. “Many of our friends and their folks are going there. Neale O’Neil is going with a party of the boys for at least two weeks.”
“Say! we’ll have scrumptious times,” cried Agnes, with sparkling eyes. Her anticipation of every joy in life added immensely to the joy itself.
“Yes—if we go,” said Ruth, slowly. But it was something for the others to look forward to with much pleasure.