“Walk ’round a little while.”
“I’ll tell you what it is, we’re goin’ in swimmin’,” Bill Foss said decidedly. “I made up my mind this mornin’ that if I got to Coney Island the first thing I did would be to go right inter the water.”
“But it costs as much as twenty-five cents apiece to get a bathin’ suit,” Tom suggested.
“Well, s’posen it does? We don’t want to buy any. I’m goin’ jest as I am.”
“You never could do that! How would you look runnin’ ’round here all wet?”
“I wouldn’t run much till I got dry. What’s the matter with layin’ out on the sand in the sun? I don’t wanter to put on any frills.”
“What do you think of it, Josiah?” Bob asked.
“I don’t b’lieve I’d dare to go in where the waves come up so high, an’ besides, I’d a good deal rather see the things ’round here.”
“I’ll tell you how to fix it,” Tom suggested. “Of course Sadie can’t go in, so what’s to keep her an’ Josiah from doin’ whatever they wanter for half an hour? Then we’ll be dried out, an’ ready to chip in for what they say.”
“That’s the very thing!” and Josiah spoke quickly lest his companions should object to the scheme; for he understood that by inviting Sadie he had not only added to the expense, but curtailed their pleasure to a very decided degree. Since all three of the boys appeared eager for the bath, he preferred seeing the sights in company with the match-girl.