“Of course not! Such persons!” spoke up one of the other girls.
“No one knows them,” from another.
“Well, hardly!” drawled one of the young men who seemed to be dancing attendance on the pretty girl Mabel had designated as “the princess.”
“I hope they can swim and know something about undertow and getting ‘boiled’,” murmured Jane.
“The snobs! It might do them good to get a good drubbing on their stuck-up persons,” answered Mabel, looking at the interlopers with round wondering eyes.
The interlopers in turn paid not the least attention to either Jane or Mabel. If they had been sand fleas or skates’ eggs, their presence could not have been more completely ignored.
“Sorry you won’t go in, sir,” said one of the young men to the older man.
“I never learned to swim,” he answered with a certain haughty indifference of tone which put the polite young man along with the impertinent wave, the sand fleas, the skates’ eggs, Jane and Mabel, among the things to be ignored.
“Strange! Your daughter is a beautiful swimmer—”
“Yes, beautiful!” chorused the girls who seemed to be bent on flattering the pretty daughter.