When the girls settled down they exchanged opinions on the morning's experience. No little country coin collector could open fire on them that way, without paying some penalty. Not if they knew it.
"And think of her sticking her tongue out," exclaimed Grace. "Of all the rude tricks!"
"I do believe she would have punched me if she had dared," remarked Cleo.
"Well, she had better wait—just wait," said Louise with a threat in her voice. "We are sure to meet Letty again and then—just wait!"
"And the boy with the yellow paper," Cleo reminded her chums. "What about him?"
"There's plenty of yellow paper," replied Grace, "but of course he might be our fire-bug. He looked sort of unconscious."
"Didn't notice you looking at him, that was queer," teased Louise.
"Oh, I think I saw your gray eyes rolling over in his corner," fired back Grace.
"Not even the entire volley brought him to his senses," put in Cleo, "for I must admit I was looking over his way myself."
"Well, here we are. Thanks for the lift, Leonore," said Louise as the car stopped in front of the glistening white cottage, one of the show places of Sea Crest.