"You need not be afraid to accept the invitation, girls," said Beatrice, as the farmer turned to say a few words to Lancy. "Your presence would cause no trouble; they are always so glad to have visitors that it is a pleasure to go. I spent several weeks there last summer, and I know they would all be glad to see you."
"It is well enough for Dexie to go," said Elsie, "but it would be very rude for me to go on such short acquaintance."
"There, Elsie, I stand condemned. Behold me, a visitor at Mrs. Fremont's, and we never knew of each other's existence before the visit was planned," said Dexie.
"But this is different, Dexie," Elsie hurried to explain.
"The difference is in your favor, Elsie."
"I think I can promise that they will be as glad to see you both at the farm as we were to have you here, and you know your being no relation does not matter to us."
"Well, I would dearly love to go," Dexie said. "It will be such a chance to see that part of the country, and by the way papa speaks of the McDonald homestead we would like it very much."
"Then you cannot do better than spend a few days at the seaside with him. There is a fine beach near, and chances for sea-bathing and all the rest of the delights of a seaside farm. If you like, Gertrude will go with you and stay for the first day or two."
"Is there a beach and sandhills like Stanhope Bay?" Dexie asked.
"Yes, only better, I think; and they have boats and go fishing sometimes. I am sure you would enjoy yourselves."