Their faces very long, the girls picked up their overnight bags and went outside again.
“I knew this trip would be a wash-out,” said Louise disconsolately. “Here we are, stuck high and dry until our train comes in tomorrow.”
“But why give up so easily?”
“We’re licked, that’s why. We’ve missed Mr. Burmaster and we can’t go to Sleepy Hollow after him.”
Penny gazed thoughtfully down the street at Clem Williams’ livery stable.
“Why can’t we go to Sleepy Hollow?” she demanded. “Let’s rent horses.”
Louise waxed sarcastic. “To be sure. We can canter along balancing these overnight bags on the pommel of our saddles!”
“We’ll have to leave our luggage behind,” Penny planned briskly. “The most essential things we can wrap up in knapsacks.”
“But I’m not a good rider,” Louise complained. “The last time we rode a mile I couldn’t walk for a week.”
“Seven miles isn’t so far.”