“If the rest of you are satisfied, I suppose so,” replied her mother, somewhat reluctantly.
“Under the circumstances,” said Mrs. Grant, “I thought it would be better to omit the sight-seeing trip, and go down on Saturday. The boat sails Sunday afternoon. Perhaps when you get back, Lois will be able to go about the city with you,” she added, seeing the disappointed looks on the faces of both girls.
“Come on, Janie, help me wire Martha now that we have full particulars to give her,” urged Nancy.
“Let’s write a letter, so we can tell her everything. If we put a special delivery stamp on it, and run downtown to mail it, she’ll get it in the morning.”
This was done; and the nest day a wire arrived from Martha, reading
GLORIOUS MEET YOU AT SOUTH STATION BOSTON SEVEN THIRTY P M AUGUST TENTH
So busy were the girls during the next few days that time simply raced along; and almost before they realized it, they were on the train bound for Boston.
“We’ve chased around so constantly for the past week,” said Nancy, when the yards were left behind and the train began to speed up, “that I’m dead.”
“So am I. Those last two parties nearly finished me.”
“Imagine, having one last night and one the night before! It is awfully nice of people to entertain for us, but shouldn’t you think that they would know we’d be too busy for such things?”