“’Tain’t nuthin’,” he elucidated.
“Just a strain,” appended Trixy.
“Then please, let’s hurry back to Auntie’s,” begged Gloria. “She’ll think I’m lost and have—”
“Another fit!” laughed Trixy. “But I’m going to wait for you this time,” she insisted. “We can wait until you change into dry things. I’m not going to have this celebration postponed an hour longer.”
It was decided to let the boys wait out in the car.
“I don’t know how to tell Aunty about it all. She always declared ‘Echoes’ was a beauty spot and worth everything promised,” faltered Gloria.
“If only Sherry could know,” sighed Trixy, holding back by the honeysuckle to whisper it.
“Can’t Ben write to him?” asked Gloria.
“No address. He just cut everything and traveled. There’s your aunt.”
At the sight of Gloria her Aunt Hattie stifled a little squeal. The muddy shoes and bedraggled skirt!