“Why not to the Bahamas, Darry?” drawled his sister.
“And there, too,” said Darry, stoutly. “Oh, the Marigold is a seaworthy craft. We are going down to Atlantic Highlands in her next. Burd’s got a crush on a girl who is staying there for the summer,” and he said it wickedly, grinning at his sister.
“Sure,” his chum agreed quickly, before Amy’s tart tongue could comment. “She’s my maiden aunt, and I’ve got a lot of things to thank her for.”
“And she can’t read writing, so we have to go to see her,” chuckled Darry.
“Send us a snapshot of her, Darry,” begged Jessie, not unwilling to tease her chum, for it was usually Amy who did the teasing.
“I should worry if Burd has a dozen maiden aunts,” observed Amy scornfully, “and they all knitted him red wristlets!”
“How savage,” groaned Darry. “Red wristlets, no less!”
The girls had news to relate to the boys as well. The church society was going to have a summer bazaar on the Fourth of July and a prize had been offered by the committee in charge for the most novel suggestion for a money-making “stunt” at the lawn party.
“I hope they will make enough to pay Doctor Stanley’s salary,” Darry said.
“We want to raise his salary,” Jessie told him. “With all those children I don’t see how he gets on.”