“Oh,” laughed Nancy, “I always have a bar of chocolate in my bag for emergencies; so if I walk farther than I expect to, at least I won’t starve.”
“If you get tired, or go too far, just hop on an oxomobile,” suggested Martha.
“In that case, I’m afraid it would be dinner time before you reached the hotel,” said Jeanette.
“Dinner time to-morrow, you mean,” corrected Nancy; “for the poor beasts move so painfully slowly.”
“Better wear something warm, Nan,” advised Jeanette, as they all went upstairs to get ready for the morning’s trips. “It’s quite chilly.”
“But it’s hard to walk in a long coat,” objected Nan. “I should think my knitted dress and heavy sweater would do.”
“Perhaps,” said Jeanette, doubtfully.
“Don’t lose your pocketbook, Nan,” called Martha, as they parted at the foot of the hotel steps later in the morning.
“Don’t fall, Mart,” retorted Nancy.
Laughing, they turned in opposite directions, Martha toward the garage where she knew Mr. Pierce would be waiting; and Nancy toward Lower Woods Harbor.