“We’ve had a wonderful time there,” said Laura in, for her, a very sober tone. “Better than we expected.”
“Which is going some,” finished Vi slangily, and as slang from Vi somehow always made them laugh, they laughed now and felt better for it.
“Well, we didn’t have such a very slow time ourselves,” said Billie’s brother Chet, his good looking face lighting up with eagerness.
“And it’s something to have made a friend like Paul Martinson,” spoke up Ferd Stowing from where he was squeezed in between Laura and Vi.
“You bet—he’s some boy,” added Teddy heartily, forgetting for the moment that there had been times when he had longed to throw Paul Martinson into the lake—or some deeper place—because he had talked too much to Billie.
But here was a beautiful long train ride before him when he could talk to Billie—or any one else—all he liked without having any Paul Martinson trying to “butt in” all the time. No wonder he was friends with all the world.
“Where is Paul? Why didn’t he come with us?” asked Billie.
“He went home with his dad,” Chet explained. “Of course he was crazy to see his motor boat, and then he had to make arrangements for our cruise. Oh boy, think of cruising around the coast in a motor boat!”
“We wanted Connie to come along with us,” said Billie. “But she said she would have to go home first.”
“When are you girls going to start for Lighthouse Island?” Ferd asked with interest. “Have you set any time yet?”