BRENDA’S SUMMER AT ROCKLEY
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“Why, mamma, that sounds as if you had n’t a good time to-day.”
“Well, Brenda, I am not as young as you are, and the drive over and the drive back were rather warm. Besides I’m not over-fond of going out in little boats, and climbing up the sides of yachts, are you?” and she turned to one of her guests for an answer.
“On the whole it was very pleasant, Mrs. Barlow.”
“Well, yes, perhaps on the whole. But still—”
“Oh, but, mamma, I always enjoy every minute at Marblehead. We would n’t have minded the sun to-day, if only there had been a chance for a sail. I don’t see why the breeze died down.”
“Persons addicted to yachting often ask that question,” replied her mother, “and very seldom are they able to answer it.”
