“Poor Teddy,” said Laura, with a wicked side glance at her chum. “I guess he’d better hurry up, if he’s coming.”
Billie tried hard to think of something crushing to say in reply, but before she could speak Connie gave an excited little skip that very nearly landed her in the sand a couple of feet below the boardwalk.
“Oh, when do you suppose the boys will get here?” she asked eagerly. “I’m just crazy to go out in that motor boat of Paul’s.”
“Yes, to have the boys come will be all we need to make us perfectly happy,” declared Vi.
“Well, they ought to be along in a few days now,” said Billie. Then she suddenly caught Connie’s arm and pointed out toward the water’s edge.
“Look!” she cried. “There are some people in swimming.”
“Why, of course,” said Connie. “We can go in swimming, too, to-morrow if we want to. Maybe Uncle Tom will come along. I always feel safer with him, he’s such a wonderful swimmer.”
“Oh, I hope so,” said Vi, adding plaintively: “I only wish to-morrow wasn’t such a long way off,” and she sighed.
The girls walked along in silence for a few minutes. Then Billie spoke as if she were thinking aloud.
“I wonder,” she said, “what your Uncle Tom——”