Tabitha's Vacation, page 119 by Ruth Alberta Brown
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itha clasped her hands together and drew a deep breath. "How perfectly splendid!"
"I guess I'm dreaming," murmured Gloriana, half aloud, pinching herself vigorously to make sure she was really awake. "Do you get there by boat?"
"Of course, goosie! Did you think we took an airship? Hurry up, slowpokes!"
Laughing and chattering gleefully, the trio gathered up their possessions, made a hurried visit to the Catt cottage, packed their trunks, and were at the station long before the train rumbled its way back to the great city by the sea.
"We are going to have the grandest kind of a time," Myra told them. "All sorts of high jinks. We've got a dandy site for our camp,--a dozen tents--"
"A dozen!" cried Tabitha in a panic. "Why, who are with you? I thought it was just your family."
"You knew Gwynne was there?"
"Yes, but she wouldn't occupy a dozen tents. I'm scared!"
"You needn't be," mocked Myra soothingly. "I'll bet you will vote it the jolliest bunch you ever got mixed up with."
"Do I know any of them?"
"Do you consider yourself acquainted with Gwynne and me?"
"Of course. I meant any of the others."
"Well," Myra spoke dubiously, "if you don't, I think you will get acquainted easily." And with that remark she adroitly turned the conversation and managed to avoid that subject during the rest of their journey.
When the train drew into the dingy little depot the next morning, and the trio gathered up their wraps preparatory to alighting, Tabitha was suddenly heard to ejaculate, "Why, there is Dad! And he's talking with--Miss Pomeroy, as sure as I'm alive! Myra Haskell, is Miss Pomeroy occupying one of those twelve tents?"
Myra glanced hastily through the iron gates, saw that Tabitha was right, and demurely nodded her head.
"Then I can imagine who the others are."
"Bet you can't! At least, not all."
"Bet I can!"
"Who, then, smarty?"
"Grace Tilton, Bessie Jorris, Jessie Wayne, Julia, Chrystie-