Chet clamored for Teddy’s news, and excitedly Teddy showed him the letter from Paul Martinson saying that the “old boat” would be ready to sail in a few days.
“Whoop!” cried Chet joyfully, trying to wave a suitcase in the air and nearly dropping it on his toe instead. “Say, girls, you may see us even before you hoped to.”
“Hoped to!” sniffed Laura. “Don’t you hate yourself?”
“Oh, I’m so glad!” cried Billie, her eyes shining. “It will be a lark to have you boys drop in on us some morning when we don’t expect you. Oh, it’s just grand! We’ll be sure to be watching for all of you.”
The rejoicing was cut short by the arrival of the train a few minutes later. The girls scurried excitedly on board, the boys handing in their suitcases after them.
As the train started to move Teddy ran along the platform with it and suddenly thrust something into Billie’s hand.
“Look out for those currents,” he said. “They’re awfully dangerous.”
As he dropped back to join Chet, Billie looked down at the thing in her hand. It was a package of chocolate.