North Shore. She had been interested in what Nora had told her of various mountain resorts, for Nora’s parents chose different places from season to season, and usually preferred the mountains to the seashore. But Brenda loved Rockley, for its nearness to the sea, for its sandy beach, for the great cliffs at the end of the beach, for the wild flowers that grew in such profusion along the roads.
She was glad that her cousin had immediately expressed her admiration for Rockley, and already in anticipation she saw before her a very pleasant summer.
“Edith can come up whenever we want her, that is, whenever her mother will let her, and Nora is to spend at least a fortnight with us. Really we shall have great fun. We’d better have her over the Fourth for the races.”
“The races?” Julia’s expression was one of inquiry.
“Yes, the yacht races. Not very large ones, you know; but Philip’s boat will be entered, and sometimes it’s awfully close. I just love to see the boats going out of the harbor, and you will, too, I know. We must go over to Marblehead soon. Cousin Edward has a skipper on his boat all the time, and he said that I might go aboard whenever I wanted to.”
“But you know,” said Julia, with a smile, “that I shan’t have time for anything until the end of the month.”
“Oh, yes, your old examinations. What a bother it must be, to spend time studying after school is over! That’s one thing that would keep me from going to college, if there were no other reason.”
