“Listen to her! Go and ask Virgie. She studied geography last year. Are you going, Cathalina?”
“Of course I am. I am particularly fond of clams and lobster.”
“Ugh! clams!” said Betty. “But if you all eat ’em, I will or perish in the attempt.”
“Mercy, Betty! Taste ’em and go slow is my motto,” said Hilary.
“It is always just as well to have decided whether or not you want to take a trip,” suggested Frances. “We’ll be asked and have to make a quick decision perhaps. They have to know about the numbers going, of course, both to order the dinner at the Inn and to plan about boats. Will June go, Hilary?”
“She will hate to miss anything, but I’m a little afraid to have her go. It might upset her to eat that stuff when she isn’t used to it, and the trolley sometimes makes her sick. I’ll talk to her about it. June has lots of sense, but once in a while she takes a spell and will or won’t do something. The worm turns, you know.”
“Yes, I know the feeling,” said Lilian.
“Why, Hilary, at times you have a touch of almost human intelligence,” said Frances, grinning broadly. “Get little sister to decide for herself?”
“That is the idea.”
As in odd coincidence it often happens, the shore dinner trip was announced at breakfast. The younger girls were advised not to go, as the only attraction was the shore dinner, and that a doubtful pleasure, unless they liked sea foods. All who so desired, however, were permitted to go and were to leave their names at the office at once or within a reasonable time. The dinner would be ordered by telephone and the boats would start in time to catch the twelve o’clock trolley car at Bath.