Turning to give the girls a look so full of meaning that even Andy’s bright eyes seemed overtaxed with the responsibility, the boy did run as fast as his legs could carry him.
“I’m afraid they will miss it,” murmured Rose, as the two sisters, now so changed in expression, watched the boys make their way through the sand.
“Oh, Rose! Aren’t you happy!” exclaimed Nellie. “Now we can do as we please.”
“But Aunt Delia might send us to the reform school for running away,” mused the older girl.
“Oh, I can’t think she would do that!”
“But think of all she has done! I am afraid to trust her.”
The tooting of the excursion boat could be heard as the vessel steamed out. Wistfully the girls looked over the broad expanse of water, out to the track made by the smoke from the Columbia.
“We might have gone back home,” sighed Nellie.
“I would rather stay here—I feel we have some friends. Those girls——”
“But why did they chase us about so?”