“If I could guess that,” Cara answered, “I would be smart. Look who’s coming!” she broke off suddenly. “There’s Dud and Glenn.”
“’Low there!” sang out Cara’s brother as he espied them. “Where on earth did you two hail from? I had an idea you were in Europe or some such town. Haven’t seen you——”
“For a month of blue moons,” Babs supplied. “Hello Glenn! Where have you been? Forgotten where Dr. Hale lives?” she joked, for her friend Glenn had rather deserted her lately.
“Nopey. I haven’t. But you girls are always so goshed busy a fellow doesn’t dare bust in,” Glenn replied. “Have more soda, or a lolly-pop or sumthin’? Just to be sociable, do,” he urged, for the girls had pushed their almost empty glasses aside.
“Couldn’t possibly,” Cara answered.
“Nor I,” declared Babs. “The best I could do to oblige would be to accept a box of nice two-toned writing paper, Glenn; that is if you insist, of course.”
“Well, we’ll get to the writing paper after the soda,” Glenn replied dryly. “How do you like our new coats of tan? Dud has had me out at dawn running up and down the beach, training you know,” he explained. The girl with the paper cap, and gingham apron, and cheerful smile had taken the boys’ order. She must have loved to serve soda the way she smiled at those boys.
They joked and chatted until Babs wondered if the hour planned for her visit to the lighthouse would be all used up, there at Hills. It was pleasant to meet the boys again, and they were going to camp, a military training camp, late in the summer, so that they too had much to talk about. But she could not spare the time.
Glenn and Dudley had become great friends; just as great as Babs and Cara; that was evident.
“And oh, say!” sang out Dudley suddenly. “Know what?”