“I should like to change,” spoke Cora, glancing at her soaked shoes.
“Then come on,” said Aunt Susan. “I guess you boys know where your quarters are,” she added. “There is plenty to eat—”
“Hurray!” cried Jack, swinging his hat, and clapping Walter on the shoulder.
“Perhaps you’ll all have supper together,” suggested Mrs. Chester.
“If the girls let us,” added Ed.
“Oh, I guess we will,” assented Cora. “That is, if you get my car up. I didn’t think, when I ran it down, that the sand was so deep.”
“We’ll look after it–don’t worry, Sis,” said Jack.
While the girls and the two ladies went on to the larger bungalow, the boys managed, not without some work, to get Cora’s auto up to the road again. Then it was run along, with the others, to the big bungalow, where there was a shed that would serve as shelter for the machines.
The boys carried in the girls’ trunks and suit cases, and transported their own to their quarters. Then began a general “primping” time, as the supper hour approached.
“Oh, girls, isn’t this just delightful?” exclaimed Cora, as she and the others entered what was to be their home for the summer.