“Gloves!” exclaimed Cathalina. “I’m not going to wear gloves!”
“My, Cathalina, how you’ve changed!”
“Yes, isn’t it funny? But I just love to dress like a camper. I think our costume is fine, too, and very becoming.”
“Going to wear your sport hat?”
“Yes.”
All the way down to Bath the girls in the Aeolus, for the numbers were too many for the Truant, chatted, sang, or tried to compose verses worthy of the annual prize song. And never did the girls tire of the beautiful river, its eddies through the Burnt Jackets, its rocky banks, its breezes and flying or floating gulls. The trolley ride carried them over a winding way again, up hill and down dell, past typical New England homes in town or country. Presently they found themselves at New Meadows Inn and were ushered into its dining-room.
“O, Cathalina, thank fortune you are with us,” whispered Isabel, as she sat down next to Cathalina. “You will tell us how to eat the sea food, won’t you?”
“If there is anything you do not know about,” replied Cathalina smiling. “You’ve eaten soup?” noticing that the lobster stew was coming.
“Mean thing! Yes we’ve had soup before!”
The lobster stew proved most popular. “We don’t have lobster stew in Dakota,” explained Virgie, as she accepted the offer of a second helping.