“The ‘shore dinner’, Frances; what is it, and where is it? I have been hearing the girls ask, ‘O, are you going to the shore dinner?’ but someway neglected to inquire. Do we go to some place on the shore and have a clam chowder or something?”
“No. The shore dinner is of sea foods, to be sure, but we have it at New Meadows Inn. They take us down to Bath and from there we take the trolley car to the Inn. I went last year and want to go again. I just love their lobster stew!”
“‘Love’ food, Frances?”
“I’m afraid I do, Miss Patty.”
“Can we stop in Bath, too?” continued Betty.
“Yes,—at least they always do let us shop a while.”
“Good! I’m going. How about you, Lilian?”
“O, I’m in for everything,” laughed Lilian, who was very happy these days. “Will you go, Hilary?”
“Indeed I shall. Do you suppose I’d miss a trip like that? Besides, I’m interested in this Maine country. I never was in New England before. I hope we’ll have the trip to Augusta soon.”
“Is Augusta the capitol of Maine?”