“Let’s stop here and walk on the boardwalk,” suggested Jack. “We can put the machine up at that garage.”
This hint was promptly acted upon, and as soon as Ed had delivered the Whirlwind to the man, who would charge outrageously for housing the machine for a few hours, he joined his friends, who were all expectant for the first night’s pleasure at the seaside.
Scarcely had they decided which way to go when a shout, in a familiar voice, attracted their attention.
“Hello there, Chelton!” came the call. “Where are you bound for?”
“There are Paul and Hazel!” exclaimed Cora. “Isn’t that fine! Now we will have a party!”
And sure enough, along came Paul Hastings and his sister Hazel. Paul, handsomer than ever, with the ocean tan just acquired in his return trip from Europe, and Hazel as bright and fetching as possible, her eyes always ready to “gleam,” and her lips always ready to smile, for Hazel had the reputation of being the sort of girl who is brilliant, and knows how to “do all things well.”
“This is luck,” declared Jack. He was very fond of Hazel.
“Isn’t it though!” reiterated Cora. She never tried to hide her admiration for Paul Hastings, who knew how to make his brains work for his hands.
“Where are you stopping?” asked Belle.
“We intend to stop at the Spray,” said Hazel, “but the fact is, we only came down this afternoon and haven’t stopped at all yet.”