“Would Miss Ashton object to your going walking if you feel able to?” Jim presently asked Nancy, as they followed the others down the hall.
“I don’t think so.”
“As long as you don’t get overtired,” said Miss Ashton, when Nancy asked her. “See that she doesn’t go too far, Jim,” she added.
So they went out into the fresh sea air and brilliant warm sunshine with which Yarmouth was filled that afternoon, and rambled down one street and up another of that charming seaport town, pausing to admire a colorful garden here, some fine trees there, and many an attractive house of English architecture.
The days passed rapidly after that, hurrying along toward Friday night, when they would sail.
Early Friday morning, Jim ran in.
“Good news!” he announced. “Orders have come to park the old bus on the steamer and return to Boston.”
“Really, Jim?” said Miss Ashton. “How very nice,” while Nancy flashed him a happy smile.
“I can’t stay now, for I’ve a dozen things to fix up before I leave. See you at the dock to-night,” and Jim ran out again.
“I have some shopping to do,” announced Martha, when he had gone.