Shirley realized what Bet was experiencing and stepping to her side, called gaily to the Colonel.
"Hold that pose, Colonel. I'm going to take a picture of you."
Wherever one saw Shirley, they usually saw a camera for she rarely let it out of her hands during a trip, and now as the shutter clicked she said to Bet: "That's the third picture I've taken of him. You'll have those to look at."
"Thanks, Shirley, that's good of you. And I shouldn't feel so frightfully homesick for Dad may come out to see us in a few weeks."
"Oh, won't that be great," exclaimed Shirley. "He is just like one of the boys."
"Doesn't it seem strange not to have the boys here to bid us good-bye.
It's never happened before."
The boys were Bob Evans, Joy's brother, and his chum, Phil Gordon, favorites with the girls and always included in their activities when boys were wanted at all. The week before, the girls had waved them good-bye as they started on an auto trip with Paul Breckenridge.
The girls missed their parting nonsense. It didn't seem like going away at all, without the boys to keep up the fun.
As the train began to move, Bet smiled bravely back at her father and waved until a curving road carried them out of sight of the station.
Only then did she answer the insistent calls of the girls inside the car.