The train came to a jolting stop and they all piled off. “Indian Point!” Lena exclaimed. “So this is it! But where’s the city?”
“It’s not quite a city,” Lieutenant Warren said. “Two thousand people in summer, one thousand in winter, I should say. But there are year-round stores and shops.”
“And a beauty parlor?” Lena asked.
“Oh, yes, I should guess so. At least a hairdressing establishment.”
At that both Norma and Betty laughed. Lena gave them a sharp look.
Two large ancient cars appeared, together with a truck. Their bags were piled into the truck; they crowded into the cars and were driven away.
“Harbor Bells, that’s the name of our little hotel,” their leader explained. “And they call the building where we’ll be working the Sea Tower.”
“What fascinating names!” Betty exclaimed.
“You’ll find them as fascinating as their names,” Lieutenant Warren prophesied.
“And there’s the sea!” Norma exclaimed. “How I shall love it!”