“Sidney Romley I’ll bet you’re up to something! And if you are, you simply have got to let me in on it! I’m just pepped up to some excitement. Tell me what’s up.”
The girls turned slowly and walked toward Lav and the dory, Pola between them.
“It isn’t any fun,” Sidney explained slowly. “It’s something serious—and—and dangerous. And you’ll have to ask Mart and Lav if you can come with us.”
“You’ll let me go, won’t you, Mart?” Pola begged with friendly entreaty, forgetting she had ever thought Mart a riot.
Sidney introduced Pola to Lavender and turned away that she might not see the pain that flashed across Lavender’s face.
“Pola came back to stay all night with me. She wants to go with us and if she doesn’t I guess I’ll have to go back home.”
“I’ll do anything you say,” promised Pola. “I’m so curious that I’m fairly bursting.”
“I don’t care, but you’ll have to take off your shoes and stockings,” muttered Lav, scarcely looking at Pola.
“Oh, I’ll do that! I’ll do anything!” Pola flopped upon the beach and commenced removing her sport shoes. “And I won’t even ask any questions until you’re ready to tell me.” Rising, her small feet pink against the sand, she saluted Lav with mock solemnity.
“There, Captain Lavender Green, I’m at your command.”