Sure enough, if one looked down the street straight ahead there was dark blue water, tossing in the sun.
“There’s where you can buy your pail and shovel,” said Harriet, pointing out a one-story shop with tin pails and shovels hanging up in its doorway.
“See all the children,” said Sunny Boy suddenly. “Are they going to the movies? And oh, look, Daddy!”
“Well, what do you know about that!” and Mr. Horton slowed down the car in surprise.
“That” was a merry-go-round on a vacant lot next to a brown frame building marked “Post-office.” The organ was playing merrily and the children on the prancing animals waved gayly to Sunny Boy as they spun round. A crowd of youngsters, tickets in hand, stood awaiting their turn.
“Let’s go on it,” suggested Sunny.
“Not this afternoon,” replied his father. “You see, I think we really should get to where we are going first, don’t you? I understand the ice is likely to melt and drown the whole house if we don’t hurry.”
“And it’s five now,” said Mrs. Horton, glancing at the pretty watch on her wrist. “You’ll have plenty of chances to ride this summer, Sunny.”
And when Sunny Boy saw the sea on the other side of the road he quickly forgot the merry-go-round.
Nestle Cove was really divided into three parts. There was the town, through which they had just passed; there was a beautiful stretch of shore road, with the ocean on one side and sand dunes, with dark pines back of them, on the other; and then the road led into the bungalow colony where the cottage Aunt Bessie and Miss Martinson had rented stood.