Everyone was quiet for a while; there is an air of peace in the Acadian country that seems to command reverence. Soon the region of St. Mary’s Bay was left behind, and the bus rolled into Yarmouth, reaching the hotel just in time for lunch.
CHAPTER VIII
IN THE MAIL
“Be ready at two thirty for a trip to Lower Woods Harbor, please,” said Jim, as they left the bus; adding in an undertone to Nancy, “our last ride together.”
“It is hard to realize that,” she replied softly. “It seems as if we were just going on and on in this bus for the rest of the summer.”
“We’ll probably find some letters here,” said Miss Ashton, as she went toward the desk in the lobby.
“I hope so,” replied Jeanette. “It seems perfect ages since we left home.”
“Homesick, Janie?” inquired Martha.
“Oh, no; only I do love to get mail; and it seemed queer to be without it all this time.”
“Well, here’s plenty of it,” said Miss Ashton, distributing it rapidly. “Two for Jeanette, three for Martha, five for Nancy, and four for myself.”