“What new place can we go to?” said he.
“I don’t know,” said Rollo; “some place where there are some curiosities.”
“We might go to the sea-shore, and get some shells,” said Mary.
“So we could,” said her father; “that would give you a fine addition.”
“Well, father,” said Rollo, looking up very eagerly, “I wish you would let us go.”
“I will think of it,” said his father.
Rollo knew that when his father said this, he meant as he said, and that he would really think of it;—and consequently that he himself ought not to say any thing more about it. He accordingly soon began to talk to Mary about other things, and by and by they went into the house.
The next day, Rollo’s father told him that they had concluded to make a party to go to the sea-shore. There was a shore and a beach about twelve miles from where they lived, and he said that they were going the next day in the carryall. Rollo’s father and mother, with Mary and her cousin Lucy, were to ride in the carryall, and Rollo and Jonas in the wagon behind.
“We want cousin Lucy to go with us,” said Mr. Holiday, in explaining the plan, “and so there will not be quite room for us all in the carryall. Besides, we shall want Jonas’s help, probably, in the expedition, and then the wagon will be a good thing to bring back our treasures in.”
“O father,” said Rollo, “we shall not get more than a carryall full.”