Part 7 (1/2)
”You certainly did!”
”Now will you be good?” laughed Walter.
”We girls need more room anyhow,” was the opinion of Bess, calmly given.
”Nothing more to say,” declared Ed, sententiously. ”I know how many dresses each of you is going to take now. Slay on, Macbeth!” and he closed his eyes resignedly.
”Everything will be ready for us at the bungalows,” went on Cora. ”Aunt Susan has promised to see to that.”
”How about--er--grub--not to put too fine a point upon it?” asked Jack.
”The refreshments will be there,” Cora answered, pointedly.
”Oh my! Listen to that!” mocked Ed.
”We'll have to put on our glad rags for dinner every night, fellows--notice that--I said dinner! Ahem!”
”Please be quiet!” begged Cora. ”Now we're at the bungalows,” and she consulted her list.
”Come out for a swim” cried Walter, imitating a seal, and barking like one.
”I mean in imagination,” added Cora. ”There, I think that is all. Our trunks and suit cases are nearly packed, Cousin Mary will be here later to-night, ready to start in the morning with us. Our route is all mapped out, and I guess we can count on a good time.”
”Are the bungalows near the beach?” asked Eline.
”Almost on it,” answered Cora. ”At high tide and with the wind on sh.o.r.e the spray comes on the porches!”
”Oh dear!” exclaimed Belle, apprehensively. ”I know----”
”You're going to learn to swim, you promised!” cried Cora. ”Can anyone think of anything else?”
They all could, and promptly proceeded to do so, a perfect babel of talk ensuing. Some forgotten points were jotted down and then, as it was getting late, the young people dispersed, promising to meet early in the morning. It had stopped raining when they went out, so there was no need to hunt up umbrellas.
”Cora,” said Jack, a bit solemnly, as he was helping her lock up for the night, ”was there anything about that strange woman that you didn't tell us?”
”Not a thing, Jack, except that I discovered her in the stairway that time I screamed, and I let you think it was a rat. Then I told her to hurry in the house without being seen. I saw she was in no condition to talk then. That was all.”
”Good for you, Sis. You managed it all right. But I would like to get at the bottom of her trouble.”
”So would I. Perhaps we may--later. Good-night,” and they separated.
The next day was all that could be wished for. The sun shone with revived and determined energy, as it always seems to after a rain, when it ”has been deprived of its proper set the night before,” to quote Jack. The roads had dried up nicely, and everything pointed to a most delightful trip.
An investigation by Jack in the daytime proved that the fire had done very little damage to the barn. A close inspection seemed to indicate that spontaneous combustion of some gasoline carelessly left in an open can had caused it. Jack's car was not enough scorched to be more than barely noticeable from the rear.
Cousin Mary had arrived on time, and helped Cora get ready. Jack ran the three cars out of the stable before his friends arrived, and had them ready for the pa.s.sengers. Gasoline and oil tanks had been filled the day before, and the motors gone over to insure as perfect service as possible.
Tires had also been looked after.
Jack and Ed were to go together in the former's _Get There_, Cora, in her big maroon _Whirlwind_ would have Eline as her pa.s.senger, the tonneau being taken up with luggage.
Norton Randolf, who owned a small, but powerful car, had invited Walter to go with him, Norton being included in the invitation to go ”bungaloafing by the sea,” as Jack characterized it. He was really good company after one had become used to some of his mannerisms. The Robinson twins, of course, would use their own car. The girls, including Cora, were no longer amateur motorists, but could drive their machines with a skill equal to that of the boys.