"You two certainly are acting silly over a mere boy you know nothing about!" snapped Barbara, who felt peeved at losing the targets for her sarcasm.
The only reply given this parting shot was a merry laugh. Both girls skipped blithely along the path and were soon out of sight where the roadway ran behind the steep banks of the terrace.
"Now that we are out of the way of Bob's eyes and tongue, let's go slower or we'll spoil our shoes," said Eleanor, stopping to see if any dust showed on her shiny toes.
"And we won't climb the high Guards, but just sit on the ledge nearest the trail," added Polly.
The Sunday dinner hour at Pebbly Pit was usually at one o'clock, so everything was ready and waiting just before that time. But no visitors appeared, and Mrs. Brewster sent Anne down the road to see if the girls and boys were visiting the Causeway and other unusual features of Rainbow Cliffs.
"Oh, Anne! Are you alone?" called Eleanor, when she saw the messenger coming from the house.
"Yes—are you?" returned Anne, shading her eyes from the sun, as she looked up at the ledge.
"Come on up," Polly called, leaning over the rocks.
Anne soon joined them and looked around. "Where do you suppose those boys can be?"
"That's just what we want to know. I'm sure we were plain enough in telling that boy that he was to come over with Jim Latimer for Sunday—weren't we?" demanded Eleanor.