Mart had only to look once at Sidney’s face to know that something had happened. Sidney dragged her out to the Lane and there she and Lavender, in words as quick as pistol shots, told the story.
“Meet us down on the beach near Milligan’s at eight o’clock,” Lav whispered, as they parted.
CHAPTER XIX
THE GLEAM
Exactly at the appointed hour Sidney met Lavender on the beach. She was breathless and a little worried for it had been neither easy nor to her liking to deceive Aunt Achsa. Aunt Achsa had declared that a storm was “comin’” for she could smell it in the air and Tillie Higgins had seen Sam Doolittle start for the backside with his pike pole and that meant a blow for Sam didn’t waste steps. “’Tisn’t likely Letty Vine’ll go to Truro tonight.”
“But I’ll see if she’s going, anyway,” Sidney had cried and had raced off, a sweater over her arm.
“I wish I could tell her how very important it is and then she’d understand, but I can’t for maybe she wouldn’t understand,” Sidney thought as she hurried to the rendezvous.
“Gee, how’d you ever get away?” asked Lav, admiringly, but Sidney had no opportunity to explain for at that moment Mart joined them, eager and excited.
“I put some cookies in my pocket,” she exclaimed. “You can’t tell what’ll happen.”
“Good. And I’ve got matches.”
Sidney wished she had thought of something to bring. Lav went on: