"I shall come out a little bit ahead, railroad ticket and all. Jo lives farther away and he won't quite cover his expenses unless something new and lucrative turns up—like tutoring."
"Or running a power boat, Henry," smiled silent Jo.
"Did you get that job at the Springers?" asked Henry eagerly.
"I did, and it's more profitable than toting bags."
"Good for you," exclaimed the genial Henry, and Roger added his congratulations, for the young men were so frank about their business undertakings that he was deeply interested.
The Ethels, walking at the end of the procession, held each other's hands tightly so that they might look about without straying off the sidewalk.
"It's queer for a country place, isn't it?" commented Ethel Brown. "I haven't seen a cow or a chicken since we came in the gate."
"The houses are so close together there isn't any room for them," suggested Ethel Blue. "I haven't seen a cat either."
"I know why. Mother told me she read in a booklet they sent her that there was a Bird Club and you know bird people are always down on cats. They must have sent them all out of town."
"Oh, here's quite a large square. See, there are stores in that big brick building with the columns and the place opposite says Post Office—"