“Why, if you tell her before us, won’t she feel worse? Suppose Nan and I make some excuse and leave you with her?”
“Oh, no, Jean—please! I need support; and besides, she admires you most of all. I can tell. You just slip an arm around her if she needs one!”
“We’d better give her her breakfast first, for fear she’ll be too stirred up to eat,” Nan suggested.
“Good idea, Nan. Your head is always level.”
“Then if that’s so, I’d better see about the breakfast. You go down to meet her, Jean.”
Nan and Molly hurried in, while Jean went down to the little dock to welcome their guest.
“I was a little afraid you might not come, Greta, for it looks so much like a storm,” said Jean, while Greta was fastening her boat securely.
“I think that I would have come in a storm, if there had been no other way. But it is a good thing that I was to come early, I suppose.”
“Molly and Nan went in to hurry up the breakfast. We had the milk heated and the bacon cooked. There will be just us four to have breakfast together. Grace took the rest on a breakfast hike, but I’m afraid that they’re going to get caught in a storm if they don’t hurry back. We have two girls from our town visiting us and that is the reason for the trip. They are crazy to do everything and we are crazy to show them everything we do. Nobody slept much last night.”
“I’m afraid that you wanted to go with the other girls,” thoughtfully said Greta.