“Splendid!” answers Lucy. “Delightful, I think,” she adds, as if she thought others might not think so.
“I suppose you found Gloucester a quaint old place.”
“O,” says Frank, “we didn't go to Gloucester; we found that the City Fathers had chartered the boat for the day, so we thought we'd go to Nahant.”
“Then you've seen your favorite Gardens of Maolis! What in the world are they like?”
“Well; we didn't see the Gardens of Maolis; the Nahant boat was so crowded that we couldn't think of going on her, and so we decided we'd drive over to the Liverpool Wharf and go down to Nantasket Beach.”
“That was nice. I'm so glad on Aunt Melissa's account. It's much better to see the ocean from a long beach than from those Nahant rocks.”
“That's what I said. But, you know, when we got to the wharf the boat had just left.”
“You don't mean it! Well, then, what under the canopy did you do?”
“Why, we sat down in the wharf-house, and waited from nine o'clock till half-past two for the next boat.”
“Well, I'm glad you didn't back out, at any rate. You did show pluck, you poor things! I hope you enjoyed the beach after you did get there.”