“O, you don’t know my father and mother if they think something’s good for me!” Cathalina shook her head in some doubt. “But I’m sure they will admit that this plan to have me come here has turned out wonderfully! And I would not have missed it for anything! Just think of not knowing you girls!” Cathalina spoke earnestly and sincerely, but created a laugh and exclamations of “How awful!”
“Neither would I,” said Helen,—“but look at Hilary and Lilian together again!” she exclaimed, pointing to where the two girls in question were walking up from the beach and swinging hands in the best of spirits.
“That isn’t Hilary, is it?” demurred Eloise, looking around a tree.
“Yes,—see her red tie and hair ribbon?”
“Other girls have red ties and hair ribbons.”
“That may be, but I know Hilary’s middy and her walk,” Helen assured the girls.
“They’ve made up since the picnic, or, really, that day,” said Cathalina.
“Haven’t you noticed them together?” asked Betty.
“What was the matter, then, if they don’t mind our knowing. Hilary has not happened to be in the suite and we did not say one word to Lilian about it from the first.”
“Hilary said I might tell you girls, or of course I would not say anything. It was all that Myrtle Wiseman. I couldn’t have supposed any girl could, but I think she must have told lies!” Cathalina’s voice dropped to a whisper on the last words, and her blue eyes widened in her earnestness, while the girls laughed out.