such disagreeable things about herself in such a sober fashion. As it was, Joan had brought the conversation to a close by saying:
"At least you'll not have to tolerate these qualities long. I'm leaving town to-morrow for the summer."
As a matter of fact she had had absolutely no intention of going anywhere until that moment; so, when Mr. Sinclair had departed, she was left to make good her words.
"I shall go to the first summer hotel I see advertised, no matter where or what it is!" had been her rash decision.
A short search through a newspaper had revealed these significant words:
"The Harbor View House is the Ideal Spot for your Summer Outing. Situated on the Verdant Shores of Beautiful Pettasantuck Bay, it commands an Unequalled Prospect of Quimpaug Harbor and Surrounding Landscape. Boating, Sea-bathing, Fishing, Tennis, and Other Invigorating Sports. Two Minutes' Walk from Boat-Landing and Post-Office. Every Convenience for Our Guests."
Joan, a little obstinate, as well as all those other things, had tossed the newspaper away and turned her attention to packing.
