“And I wonder what the winter will bring forth–and next summer?” remarked Belle. But the further adventures of the little band of friends must be reserved for another volume, which will be entitled “The Motor Girls on Crystal Bay; Or, The Secret of the Red Oar.”
The summer vacation was almost at an end. There was one last motor boat trip, and then the Duck was returned to its owner, and the Pet again made ready for the land journey back to Chelton.
“Good-bye, bungalows, good-bye!” recited Cora on the day of their departure, as she got into her big maroon car.
“Good-bye, my lighthouse, good-bye!” sang Bess.
“And don’t forget to write to us, little mermaid,” called Jack to Rosalie. Blushingly she promised.
“What will Nancy say?” asked Eline.
“Oh, Nancy is coming to our house to stay–she won’t have to write,” said the bold Jack.
There were more good-byes, to the light keeper and his sister, to many fishermen and life-savers, whose friendship the boys and girls had made, and then the autos started off on the long trip to Chelton.
Gaily fluttered in the wind the flags they bore, the sea smiled under the yellow sun at the motor girls, seeming to beckon them to return, but they could not. And so, for a time, we will also say good-bye.
THE END