“My cousin, Mrs. Fordam, will go along with us as a chaperone, so that stopping at hotels will be perfectly–proper.”
“I thought it was always proper to stop at a hotel–when you had the price!” ventured Jack.
“You don’t understand,” declared his sister, giving him a look. “So Cousin Mary will be on the trip with us. I guess you all know her, except Eline and Norton. She’s jolly and funny.”
“Why can’t she go right on to the Cove with us, and chaperone there, too?” Belle wanted to know.
“Because Mamma’s aunt–Mrs. Susan Chester–is to look after us there. You’ll like Aunt Susan, I’m sure.”
“Are we to call her that?” Ed asked.
“Of course–she won’t mind,” spoke Cora. “Well, as I said, we’ll go to the Cove–taking whatever time we please. There are two bungalows there, you know, and we girls are to have the larger one, so—”
“Well, I like that!” cried Jack, sitting up. “As if we fellows could dress in a band-box.”
“Oh, your place is plenty big enough–you know it is!” retorted his sister. “And you know when you and I went down to look at them you said you liked the smaller one best, anyhow.”
“Did I?” inquired Jack, slightly bewildered.