“We certainly are meeting difficulties,” remarked Cara as they left the road to the lighthouse behind them. “Ruth would call them snags, difficulties are different, aren’t they?”
“But imagine the Marcusis camping in the woods,” said Babs, ignoring frivolity. “What did the captain say about some one being sick?”
“He didn’t say it, he caught himself in time. Seems as if there’s a mystery in that somewhere,” said Cara more seriously.
“Why ever should there be a mystery in a person being sick? How silly!”
“Well, we’ll soon know,” Cara assured her. “You can count on Captain Quiller. We impressed him the night he scrambled in on my roof. Wasn’t that too funny?”
“And we had on those absurd things!” Babs recalled. “You in your bridal robes!”
“And you in your college robes! Say Babs, I wish you would sell me that outfit,” Cara said suddenly. “I’d love to wear it once in a while. I never intend to go to college, you know,” Cara admitted indifferently, “so I’d like to pretend I had been there.”
“Sell it to you! You can have it, I don’t want it. I always feel as if I do want to go to college— But then,” Babs checked herself, “I may go to a special school for science. Dad says I have a scientific turn of mind,” she declared, laughing heartily at the very idea.
“And now that you’ve gone in for heirlooms, samplers, etc., that proves it,” remarked Cara dryly.
“And gone in for twin cousins. Do you suppose Miss Davis is a sort of shadowy cousin to me?” asked Babs.