“But it’s true, as you say, Janie,” said Nancy, “and then afterwards, when we think it over, we realize what we have missed, and wish we had enjoyed it more intensely while we had it.”
“Next time, I’m going to try to do that,” resolved Jeanette.
“This vacation was rather unreal, anyhow,” said Nancy, after another long silence.
“What do you mean?” inquired Martha.
“Didn’t Nova Scotia seem to you a kind of unreal, visionary country?”
“I think I see,” said Jeanette slowly. “It was a sort of phantom land.”
“Exactly.”
“You two are too poetical,” observed Martha. “It seemed real enough to me.”
“Martha,” said Nancy, upon their return from the dining car, after lunch, “can you keep a secret?”
“Sure. Why?”