Hilary had not had time to prepare June’s mind to stay at home, but to her relief June came running to her soon after breakfast.
“I’m not going, Hilary. The girls say that they just have old clams and lobster and things like that, and I can’t eat any ice cream afterwards at Bath because it wouldn’t go with the shore dinner, and you know that I can’t even eat oysters. Are you going?”
“Yes; is there anything you’d like me to get for you at Bath?”
“We need some more films for the camera, and I need a bathing cap. Mine’s all busted up.”
“‘Torn,’ little sister.”
“O, Hilary, I heard you say ‘bust’ the other day.”
Hilary laughed, and to change the subject, said, “I suppose you will not object if I bring you something good.”
“You can’t. Don’t you remember what was said at breakfast? Nobody can buy candy or anything to eat this trip, because they couldn’t keep from eating it and so it’s safer not to buy ’em. See?”
“Sure enough. All right. Have a good time, Junie, and don’t try too many wild stunts.” This last because it was so astounding to note how June had ‘come out’ since coming to camp. Timid at first, afraid to get out of her depth in the water, used to considering what would be proper for the minister’s little girl to do, conscientious June had now thrown all timidity to the winds, frolicked in the water like a water-sprite since she had learned to swim under instruction, and was daily getting so much of the group spirit that Hilary was sometimes afraid of her going to the other extreme. But the daily exercise and happy times outdoors were giving her much color and the scales were marking greater gain every time that June was weighed with the rest.
“Think what a dress-up occasion this is, girls,” said Lilian, as she dived into her trunk for “real clothes”. “Doesn’t it seem funny to wear a suit and gloves?”