“No, really it isn’t. I’ve told mamma, and she is counting on you. But I’m too excited to eat much.”
“So am I,” chorused the others.
“And I’m so anxious to see our new motor boat!” added Bess, for the girls had purchased one that had been sent on ahead to Crystal Bay.
“I do hope Ed can go,” murmured Belle. “He’s such good company.”
“Yes, I like him, too,” confessed Marita, with a blush, at which the others laughed.
The boys came over to the Kimball home that evening, Jack having dined with Walter Pennington. Ed came also, to say that he could go, and then the young people talked over plans for Summer fun, until the chiming of the clock warned the girls, at least, that they must separate if they were to get up early the next morning.
“Lottie Weaver will meet us at the station,” said Cora, referring to another of the party, who had not assisted at the packing.
“That’s good. If we had had her trunk over here, with all our things, we’d never have gotten the baggage off,” said Bess, with a sigh.
“And now, after it’s all over,” said Cora to her mother that night, “I think I would not again have all the packing done in one place. I thought it would save time for the girls to bring their things here, especially as the Robinsons are so upset with building that addition to the parlor. But it was a lot of work!”
“Oh, well,” said Mrs. Kimball, “you meant it for the best, my dear. I’m sure you will have a pleasant Summer.”