So when the dishes were washed they sat down together, and Hazel heard the secret.
“We are going away for the summer,” said her mother. “I find I can make more money at my shampooing in the country than here. Some of my customers go to a beautiful place by the sea and they promise me plenty of business there.”
“Is it at Revere Beach?” asked Hazel.
“No indeed, goosey, much further than that, ’way down in Maine.”
“More traveling?”
“Yes, more traveling, but not so far as Alabama.”
“I shall miss Charity,” mused Hazel, “but I believe wherever you go you have to miss somebody. Are there pines in Maine?”
“Pines?”
“Yes, pine trees. Do they grow there?”
“I think so, dear.”