“There was no need, Jack. We had Mrs. Fordam. It was a very pretty dance. I am glad the girls had a chance to go.”
The girls seemed glad too, and really looked quite effective in their party growns, which were carried in the trunks that were strapped on the autos.
“Oh, it was lovely!” sighed Bess.
“And that tall young fellow was such a fine dancer!” echoed Eline.
“Huh!” growled Jack. “I’m going to bed.”
“I guess we’re all tired enough to re-tire–joke!” exclaimed Cora. “Good-night, Jack. Sorry we couldn’t go with you, but we had a–previous engagement!”
The boys did not say much next morning, though the girls were enthusiastic about their affair.
“If we could only have one two or three times a week,” sighed Belle, who was a fine dancer.
“We may, at Sandy Point Cove,” spoke Cora. “There is a pavilion there–also moving picture shows, to which the boys can take us,” and she glanced at Jack. He said nothing.
Once more they were on their way. The roads were good, and save for the fact that they took a wrong one shortly after lunch, and went a few miles out of their route, nothing of moment happened.