“Oh, yes. It was foggy; wasn’t it?”
“Mart likes fog,” said Jeanette, smiling.
“I’m going for a long ramble along the shore this morning,” announced Nancy presently. “Anybody want to come along?”
“I promised Miss Ashton that I’d go with her to look at some linens she is thinking of buying,” said Jeanette regretfully. “I’m sorry; for I’d love to go. I suppose she would postpone her shopping trip, but I sort of hate to ask her to.”
“I know; she asks so little of us, that one can’t refuse when she does want something,” said Nancy.
“I’d go, but I’m driving this morning,” said Martha. “But we’ll take you part way, if you like. Which way are you going?”
“Oh, out the road toward Lower Woods Harbor, I think. I love that rocky coast. Thanks for the offer of a lift, Mart; but I really want to just ramble along the shore.”
“You won’t be able to see much; will you, Nancy? It’s so foggy,” said Jeanette. Somehow she didn’t quite like the idea of Nancy going off alone this morning; and yet she had no reasonable objection to offer.
“The fog will be entirely gone by ten o’clock, I imagine,” replied Nancy.
“Don’t go so far you can’t get back for lunch,” advised Martha.