XII
FORT SEWALL AND ST. MICHAEL’S
A few minutes in the car brought the girls to the end of the route, and a walk of a minute or two more took them to a region of small unsubstantial-looking buildings, with sign-boards indicating that within light refreshments were provided. One of them was built out on a rock.
“Let us go in here,” suggested Julia, “the outlook is pleasant; we might as well make sure of a good view while we are eating.”
“It’s no wonder I’m hungry,” exclaimed Brenda, looking at her watch. “Why it’s after two o’clock! I had n’t any idea that it was so late.”
So to make up for lost time the friends ordered chowder, aud ice cream, and pickles,—to be served with the chowder, and not with the ice cream; and Brenda, who still complained of being hungry, finished up with a glass of milk and some doughnuts. This horrified Julia, who thought of the pickles and clams that had preceded this addition to the dessert. But if there were not something ostrich-like in the digestion of average young girls, the amount of suffering in the world would be largely increased through vagaries of diet in which they are constantly indulging; and Brenda, because she had never
