“I haven’t heard of her cheating this year.”
“But there haven’t been any real examinations yet.”
“O, well, let’s not worry about Myrtle. I’m sure all the girls would like to see her do well and if she earns a place in the society, I’m willing to give her my vote, for one.”
“So’m I.”
The two girls by this time had reached the rocks and tripped lightly from one to another, poising sometimes with outstretched arms like sea birds about to take wing, or dropping into a hollow and looking for the easiest path. The rocky, curving shore took them around beyond the waters within the breakwater, which fact accounted for their not having seen the place before when they were out in the boats for a row. The Greycliff naturally would not approach very near these rocks on any of its trips, now, alas, no more.
“I believe I could climb up to the top of the cliffs in some of these places, Betty,” said Isabel, looking up at a more sloping ascent where a little soil had lodged and trees and bushes grew.
“What for?” asked Betty.
“We might find some different bird up there in the spring.”
“We might; I hadn’t thought of that. It must be very wild up in those woods, but we wouldn’t be allowed to go there alone.”
“I’m not so sure that we ought to come so far along the shore, either, but nobody ever said anything about it. After we turn the curve back there we can’t see the other beach where the boathouse is or anything.”