THE CAPTAIN’S PARTY
“Do you girls realize that it is the first week in August?”
It was about a week after the doctor’s talk, and they had just come up to the porch after a dip in the bay.
“Let’s stay down in the sand, and dry off,” Ted suggested. “It’s early yet.”
So down they trailed again, and sat on the sand. One special charm of belonging to this yacht club was that you could do just what you wanted when you wanted. As Polly said, it took all the fun out of anything when you had to wait for it.
“Poor old King Solomon,” she would say, “I don’t know what it was he longed for, but I am sure he never got it, because he said so mournfully, ‘Hope deferred maketh the heart sick.’ And I know just how he felt when he said it.”
“I ought to mend my jacket,” said Sue, easily. “But there’s plenty of time.”
“That’s what Sue always says,” Kate declared. “I think her motto and Ted’s should be ‘There’s plenty of time.’”
“Well, there isn’t,” Polly remarked, as she sat down on a sand dune, and rested her chin on her hands, with her hair falling around her like a meditative mermaid. “The regatta is the fifteenth, and we’ve got to have our boats all spick and span for the race.”
“You’re not really going to race for the Junior cup, are you, Polly?” Isabel’s tone was very discouraging.