“A talk on ‘The Home Beautiful,’” giggled Burd, “by One of the Victims. Come on, Darry. You may have my phones too.”
As all three seemed perfectly willing to let him have their listening paraphernalia, Darry refused. “Your unanimity is poisonous,” he said. “The Greeks bearing gifts.”
“Let’s get a rain check for this,” suggested Burd.
“It will last only twenty minutes, according to the schedule,” Jessie said, with a sigh. It was such a fine plaything that she disliked giving it up for a minute.
They talked, on all kinds of subjects. The boys had had no time before to tell the girls about the Marigold. Just such another craft it was evident had never come off the ways!
“And it is big enough to take out a party of a dozen,” Darry declared. “Some time this summer we are going to get up a nice crowd and sail as far as Bar Harbor—maybe.”
“Why not to the Bahamas, Darry?” drawled his sister.
“And there, too,” said Darry, stoutly. “Oh, the Marigold is a seaworthy craft. We are going down to Atlantic Highlands in her next. Burd’s got a crush on a girl who is staying there for the summer,” and he said it wickedly, grinning at his sister. 53
“Sure,” his chum agreed quickly, before Amy’s tart tongue could comment. “She’s my maiden aunt, and I’ve got a lot of things to thank her for.”
“And she can’t read writing, so we have to go to see her,” chuckled Darry.