CHAPTER EIGHT
THE CRUISE TO CASTINE
“MOTHER, if we’re to have that masked ball that all of you were talking about, it ought to be given this week so’s to have Uncle Bill with us. You see, he starts back to the city next week,” said Fred, one morning soon after the picnic.
“Aunt Miriam and I were discussing that very thing last night and we have decided to hold it in Fudge Attic, at Isola Bella, some night this week.”
“Haven’t you determined upon any special night?” asked Fred.
“As far as we can tell now, it will be Friday.”
Elizabeth had entered the room as they were speaking, and stood holding a note the Captain had brought her from Isola Bella. At her mother’s words she smiled delightedly.
“Oh, that is just fine, ’cause Miriam has invited Trixie and me to visit her for a few days this week.”
She handed her mother the note and waited until the verdict was given. Of course, Elizabeth knew she would be permitted to go but she had no thought of accepting, or planning for the visit without her mother’s knowledge and consent.
“Be sure and take everything you may need for the ball. If your suit-case isn’t large enough to hold what you will need let Anna find you a suit-box for the costume,” advised her mother.