"Naturally—and indeed, Amy, if I had had a chance to talk frankly with him, we could have had them with us part of the time. His friend was a bright, honest-looking lad, hardly more than a schoolboy."
"Oh, mamma, I thought him so dandified!—just the kind to be a nuisance in a party that intends to rough it."
"Do you realize, Amy, that you use much more slang than before you went to college?"
"That's another reason for not having Fritz with us; it is not my college, but his, that twists my vocabulary."
"Possibly, but I only hope that he is not offended. Well! well! Why, Priscilla, why, Martine, where have you been?"
As she spoke two young girls came running up the steps, and one of them with a bound flung herself upon Mrs. Redmond's neck.
"Oh, isn't it a perfect morning, so cool and salt-smelling! and it's almost as good as Europe to see a foreign flag floating from the hotel—even if it is only English. And isn't Yarmouth a dear sleepy old town, though it's said to be so American! Some one told me that it was the only place in Nova Scotia where they hustled. My, but I wish they could see Chicago! Then they'd know what 'hustle' means."
"Yes, my dear," gasped Mrs. Redmond; "but would you move your arm—just a little? You almost choke me."
"Please excuse me, but I feel so excited that I must hug somebody, and Priscilla and Amy never let me hug them."
"Why, I'm sure—" began Amy.