"And did you hear he is going to call it the Treddie, after us?" added Grace.
"Yes, wanted to make it True Tred, but we told him that was copyrighted," explained Julia.
"Shall we dare ask for a trip to the Point?" inquired Helen. "That was the plan you know; first trip in the new launch."
"We'll see. But come on, do. Leonore, you are a dear, to take us all about, and listen to our prattle," Cleo told the capable driver who had long since finished her soda, and was waiting patiently for the younger girls.
"I like it," she replied with evident sincerity.
"You shall have a box of sunburn cream for that," sang out Louise. "What is your brand? Or would you rather have a talcum?"
Selecting from the bewildering display at the counter of summer toilet articles consumed still more time, until finally, realization that it was really lunch time, the fire bell announcing it, brought them all up sharply.
"Wish we had our slippers and pumps back," said Grace. "These emergency sneaks certainly look the part. When did Kitty say we were to raid Jake's?"
"No definite time was set, as they say about delayed scout meetings," replied Margaret, "but I could use my pretty buckled pumps this very afternoon."
"Wait a minute," Helen called to a news boy. "We want a paper!" They always seemed to want something when in town.