V
AT NAHANT
Angelina waved her hand cheerfully to Brenda and Nora, as she skipped away from the station, and the two friends began to look about for Edith. It was not strange, perhaps, that they did not see her, for when they glanced at their watches, they found that they were more than half an hour late. No one, not even the conscientious Edith, could be expected to wait in the neighborhood of a station so long after the appointed time.
“What do you think we ought to do?” asked Nora, a little anxiously.
“Why, ride in the omnibus, of course,” responded Brenda.
“But I thought your mother did n’t wish you to.”
“Oh, well, she might prefer something else, but it would be very silly indeed to wait for Frances or Edith, when here is this omnibus ready for us. See, it says ‘Nahant Beach,’ and there are only two or three people in it, so that we ’ll have plenty of room.”
“Well, I’m not sure,” said Nora. “Do you suppose that this will take us to the house?”
“Why, of course; I’m sure that it must. Nahant is a small place, anyway.”
