CHAPTER IX
A STARTLING DISCOVERY
“Bessie, why are you looking so glum?” asked Dolly, as they started on the last part of their walk, taking the Windsor road.
“Am I? I didn’t realize I was, Dolly. But—well, I suppose it’s because I’m rather sorry we’re leaving the mountains.”
“I think the seashore is every bit as nice as the mountains. There are ever so many things to do, and I know you’ll like Plum Beach, where we’re going. It’s the dandiest place—”
“It couldn’t be as nice as this, Dolly.”
“Oh, that seems funny to me, Bessie. I’ve always loved the seashore, ever since I can remember. And, of course, since I’ve learned to swim, I’ve enjoyed it even more than I used to.”
“You can’t swim much in the sea, can you? Isn’t the surf too heavy?”
“The surf’s good fun, even if you don’t do any swimming in it, Bessie. It picks you up and throws you around, and it’s splendid sport. But down at Plum Beach you can have either still water or surf. You see, there’s a beach and a big cove—and on that beach the water is perfectly calm, unless there’s a tremendous storm, and we’re not likely to run into one of those.”
“How is that, Dolly? I thought there was always surf at the seashore.”