“What next, Hilary?” asked her aunt as she joined Hilary back of the entrance to the platform.
“We might stroll around the grounds a while till lunch, Auntie, or how would you like a canoe ride?”
“No canoe ride, please, for me. I think that I’m quite modern till I see all the things that you girls do. I can ride and row and drive a car, but I dare not try a canoe!”
Aunt Hilary was a good deal like an older edition of Hilary Lancaster. Her hair was quite grey, but her face was young, with a fresh color and animated expression. “Suppose we just go down to the beach a while and watch the waves and birds,” said she.
“All right. By the way, we can point out the ‘pirates cave,’ too. We had forgotten that. Lil, get your guitar. You need practice anyhow, for this afternoon. The mandolin, uke and guitar club will furnish music for the class day exercises, Auntie.”
Hilary and her aunt strolled down to the beach, while Lilian went for her guitar and attached Cathalina, Betty and some of the other girls along the way.
“Whither with sweet music, Lilian?”
“Down to the beach to help entertain Aunt Hilary. Come along.”
“If you are going to the beach I think I’ll not go,” said Betty, who had not cared for the lake and its environs this spring.
“We might see Donald,” suggested Cathalina by way of replacing unhappy memories with happy ones.