BOYS AND GIRLS
A half hour later the entire party at Clover Cottage sat in the cozy
dining room, engaged in earnest consultation.
The frightened Mrs. Robinson, and the timid Miss Steel, had finally
consented to come indoors, after the situation had been described,
punctuated and emphasized to them, although they really did want to
put up at the hotel in the Circle.
The subject under discussion was the note that was found dangling from
the hanging lamp. It was from Nellie Catron, and was not addressed to
any one in particular.
Cora had read it, and was now re-reading it.
"If you don't stop hounding us," she read, "we will surely drown
ourselves. We could get along if you would leave us alone, but we
think that balky-horse-trick played on us the other night is about the
limit."
Cora stopped. "Now," she said, "it is perfectly plain that a girl
never wrote that note. In the first place, it is not a girl's writing,
and in the next, no girl would speak that way about putting a match
under her nose!"
In spite of the seriousness of the matter every one was forced to
laugh at the remark. Certainly it did seem like the old-fashioned
trick used to start a balky horse--light a match under his nose.
"Then who do you suppose did write it, if not one of the girls?" asked
Bess.
"Why, perhaps the driver of the automobile," replied Cora.
"I would not bother myself about those two foolish girls, longer,"
said Mrs. Robinson. She was quite exhausted from the evening's
experience, and anxious to have her cottage put in its normal
condition.
"Mother, dear," interceded Belle, "you are nervous and worried. Just
let me take you upstairs, and the others can settle it all to suit
themselves."
This offer was promptly accepted, and presently the young folks were
left to decide whether or not they would further endeavor to find the
runaways.
"It seems to me," said Cora, "that they need our help now, more than
ever. They may have gotten in with some unscrupulous persons--and who
can tell what may happen?"
"Certainly working girls do not drive autos," put in Ed, "and I just
suspicion that the manager of that show wants to keep the girls for
the song business. They can sing a little, and talent is scarce just
now. That is, if they really were in the show."
"Right!" exclaimed Walter. "He would have to look around considerable
to get girls to sing now, for all the schools are not closed, and the
season of fun has not really begun yet. Later, I suppose there will be
a regular drift this way."
"That is why father thought we ought to come down early," put in Bess.
"He thinks it is so much pleasanter at the seaside late and early,
rather than in the regular season."
"Of course," said Cora, "the girls are afraid of that robbery
business; otherwise they would not try to keep away from us, for I am
quite sure they know we would not turn them over to that aunt."
"I wonder how they are making out on that robbery?" asked Walter.
"Wasn't there something doing the day we left Chelton?"
"Something, and then some more," replied Jack, with a sly wink. "I
expect a report from 'headquarters' on it very soon."
"And poor little Andy! I do wonder what became of him?" added Cora.
"Ice cream became of him the last I saw him," retorted Jack, "and I
must say the brown part of the cone was really very becoming to him,
for it matched his complexion."
"Then," went on Ed, "we will start on a regular search to-morrow. No
use letting them slip away, when you girls feel that it is really up
to you to find them. We will put up at the hotel to-night, and early
to-morrow start in bunga-loafing. Then, when we get things to
rights--we will be pleased--ahem--to--ahem--meet you at the pergola,
ladies!"
"No, at the pavilion," replied Bess. "I am just dying to see all the
sights there. And then we will be directly in the centre of everything
to start out from there."
This obtuse remark gave the boys no end of fun. It was so like Bess--a
regular "Bessie," they declared, and, to discover its meaning Jack, Ed
and Walter put their heads together literally, although Jack accused
Ed of doing all the knocking, and he had to withdraw from the
conference because of a rather too vigorous bump.
Bess was so vexed that she ran upstairs, and left Cora alone to lock
the door after the young fellows.
"You really must go, boys," Cora insisted. "Mrs. Robinson is going to
keep model hours, and I am only a guest here."
This was taken as the ultimatum, and reluctantly the trio left with
the promise of a "big day" on the morrow.
Cora and Bess chatted a while before retiring. They had many things to
talk of, but the lateness of the hour prevented a lengthy discourse.
"Mother is so worried because our maid Nettie does not come," Bess
whispered. "She is always so reliable, and so prompt, we cannot
imagine what can have detained her."
"She may be ill," suggested Cora.
"Father would send a message in that case," replied Bess.
"Perhaps you will get a message on the morning mail," continued Cora.
"At any rate, I would not worry about matters at home."
With this hopeful assurance the girls said good-night, and soon closed
their eyes on that day's experience at Lookout Beach.
The "morning dawned auspiciously," as Belle would say, but according
to the boys it was a "peach of a day." Either way the morning was
delightful, clear ocean air seeming to provide both eating and
drinking to those who breathed deep of its salt tanginess and ozone.
And this was the day that our boy friends were to go housekeeping!
Before any of the other patrons of the hotel were stirring Ed, Jack,
and Walter were roaming about the verandas, waiting for an early
breakfast. Nor did they depend upon waiting, alone, for they spoke
pleasantly to the dining-room maids, who were arranging linen and
flowers, and in response to entreaties the boys did get an early meal,
and of the very best there was in the hotel.
The melons were exactly cold enough, the omelette was done to a turn,
and had the turn, the coffee was fragrant and strong, and the hot buns
"talked," Walter declared.
Of course, in recognition of this special favor, the boys left some
tokens, in coin, at their plates, but their politeness and
pleasantries were even more appreciated by the young women, who must
take frowns and smiles day after day, and who must ever reply to these
variable conditions, with smiles and good nature.
"And now for the bungalow!" called out Ed, as the three strolled off
toward the irresistible beach. "Gosh! but it was a lucky thing that we
trailed after the girls. Here we are, taking a vacation that can't be
beat, and yet we just flopped right, plumb into it."
"You may have flopped," remarked Walter, "but it strikes me that some
of us have worked for this. I hired the bungalow."
"And we paid the rent!" from Jack.
"And us--us are going housekeeping!" added Walter.
Each of the young men contributed his share to these expletive
exclamations.
They were running along in the sand, stopping occasionally to write
their names, or leave an address for some mermaid.
"Wah-hoo! Wah-hoo!"
The call came from the rocks at the end of the water tongue. Presently
three sprites appeared. They might have been humans, but to the boys
they looked like nothing more or less than water sprites. All three
happened to be gowned in white, Bess, Cora and Belle, and as they
gamboled over the rocks, making their way to the water's edge, the
boys were compelled to draw in long breaths of admiration.
"'Low there!" greeted Ed. "Wait till I become Ulysses. Hey there!
Circe! Not so fast else thy feet will have to follow thy heads!"
"Ulysses!" mocked Walter. "More like Jupiter! Just watch him make the
water roll off of his head. He is going to dive!"
Scarcely had Walter uttered the words than Ed plunged over the end of
the water tongue, and could not stop until he had actually splashed
into the shallow water. The tongue ran to a fine point, and the point
was not discernible from the viewpoint available to Ed.
"Whew!" he spluttered. "Circe had me that time! Now, what do you think
of that for a new pair of shoes!"
By this time the girls had reached the water's edge.
"Better stick to plain Chelton and the motor girls," said Cora with a
hearty laugh, in which the other girls joined. "You will find that the
myths are dangerous brands of canned goods--won't keep a minute after
they are opened up for review!"
Ed was running the water out of his shoes. They were thoroughly
soaked, and the salt effect was too well known to be speculated upon.
Jack stood on his head in the deep sand--he was exulting over Ed's
"downfall."
"Wait! Wait!" prophesied the unfortunate one. "You are not back home
yet."
"Oh, there's the bungalow!" suddenly called out Bess, who was some
paces in advance. "How I wish we girls could camp!"
"Aren't you?" asked Walter. "What do you call that place where the
notes grow on the gas jets?"
"Why, that's a regular up-to-date cottage, including----"
"Mother and chaperone," added Belle. "I cannot see why the most
needful adjunct does not arrive in the person of Nettie, our star
maid. I had to dry dishes this morning," and she looked gloomily at
her white hands.
"That's what is called camping," advised Jack. "I am going to do the
supper dishes, Ed will do the dinner dishes, his hands are nice and
soft for grease, and Walter will 'tend to the tea--things. Don't
forget, Wallie, the tea things for yours!"
"It usually rains at night," Walter remarked. "I don't mind putting
the things in a dishpan outside."
"And have them dried in the sunny dew! Oh, back to nature! You
wonderful back-to-nature faker!" cried Ed.
"Nature must have an awful 'back-ache,'" finished Jack. "I would hate
to have her job these days."
"Here we are!" announced Ed, as they reached the cabin on the beach.
"Isn't this the real thing?"
"Oh, what a fine bungalow!" exclaimed Cora.
"Isn't it splendid!" added Belle.
"My, but it is----"
"Sweet and low!" Jack interrupted Bess. "I like that tune for a
bungalow!"
They were following Jack, who had the big, old-fashioned key, for the
lock had been constructed to add to the novelty of the hut.
It took some time to open the low door, but it did finally yield to
the pressure of the three strong young men.
"Enter!" called Jack, bowing low to the girls, "Pray enter, pretty
maidens. Are there any more at home like you?"
"There are a few, and pretty, too," responded Cora, taking up the
strain of the familiar song.
Then such antics! And such discoveries! What is more resourceful than
a strange house filled with strange things, strange corners and
strange--spider webs!
"Don't open the trunk!" shrieked Belle. "There may be a----"
"Note in it!" finished Walter. "Now, nixy on notes. I want the goods
or nothing, in our house."
Boxes were being pulled from their salty corners, hammocks were
dragged out, lanterns were being "swung," and altogether it seemed
merely a question of who could upset the place most thoroughly.
"Halt! Avaunt! Ship ahoy!" yelled Jack. "If you breaks the stuff you
pays fer it. This stock is inventoried."
But the girls ran from one thing to another, regardless of dust or
dampness.
"Oh, just look at the funny kettle!" exclaimed Belle. "I'm sure that
is for an outdoor fire."
"Certainly it is," replied Ed, just as if he knew what he was talking
about. "That also has to rest on Nature's back."
Something rumbled close to the cottage, then a shriek from outside
startled them.
"What's that!" cried Cora.
Ed pushed open the door.
"An auto in the ocean!" he yelled, dashing out of the bungalow, while
the others followed as quickly as they could make after him.
Ed threw off his coat as he ran. A few paces down the beach, in the
very face of the rollers, was a small runabout, the terrified
occupants of which were vainly struggling to get out, into a dangerous
depth of water.
"Quick, boys!" shouted Ed. "The engine is still running! Maybe we can
back it up!"