"Yeth. The daithy theth tho. I'm going with my father and mother. But I don't want to go. I want to thtay here with the girlth," pouted Tommy.
"I should think you would be happy to think you are going to the sea shore. Most girls would be," reminded Hazel.
"It must cost a lot of money to go to the sea shore," remarked Margery Brown.
Tommy bobbed her head vigorously.
"Yeth. My father hath lotth of money, I thuppothe. But I don't care. I don't want to go."
"When do you go?"
"I don't know, Hathel. The Oracle thayth I'm going."
The Oracle having settled the question, no further doubts remained in the mind of little Grace Thompson.
Grace's father was a lawyer. Both he and the girl's mother had inherited fortunes, and Grace being an only child had much, finer clothes than any of her companions in the little New Hampshire town of Meadow-Brook.
Hazel Holland and Margery Brown were the daughters of village merchants, the former's father being a druggist, while the father of the latter owned a fairly prosperous grocery business.