“Just wonderfully,” replied Nancy honestly. “The most of any trip I have ever taken.”
“I wish I had a stop-over here so I could show you the town; but I go back to Digby first thing in the morning, as soon as the boat comes in. Do you suppose you could go out to-night for a walk, or are you too tired?”
“I’ve done nothing to tire me,” said Nancy, smiling. “And I’m sure Miss Ashton won’t mind.”
“Then I’ll call for you at—say eight?”
“Yes; I’ll be all ready.”
They could not have told you where they walked that evening, nor what they said; but their conversation was entirely of themselves.
Nancy heard all about Jim’s parents, and his older brother; about his plans and hopes for the future; his experiences in prep school, and at college. She in turn told him all about herself and her friends.
“I wish I were going back on the boat with you to-morrow night,” he said, as they rested on the enclosed porch for a few minutes before parting for good.
“It would be very nice, if you could,” she said. “When do you expect to go back?”
“I have no idea. Whenever orders come. Well, you must get some sleep; for you’ll want to shop in the morning, I suspect. There are some stores here which I guess would interest girls.”