“Oh, not among people we know,” replied Frances.
“Well, there are plenty of horseless people among those I know,” said Nora,—“plenty of them; really, Frances, you ought to know more about real life. For my own part, I walk most of the time, in summer as well as in winter.”
Frances did not resent the rather sharp tone in which Nora spoke; and as the carriage drove up just at that moment,—
“I suppose,” she said, “that you won’t object to driving with the rest of us. There is more than an hour before train time. I’m going over to Lynn with you, and we ’ll have time to drive first around Nahant.
“If Julia were here,” she said, as they started out, “I suppose she’d want to see Longfellow’s cottage, and Agassiz’ house, and all the other historic places, and—”
“But why should n’t we be just as interested as Julia? Edith and I have both heard of Longfellow and Agassiz, and all the other famous people who have ever been at Nahant. I only wish that we had time for a sight-seeing expedition.”
“Well, we have n’t, to-day,” responded Frances; “but this is the Ormsby’s new house. Is n’t it a beauty? And there is the Club; but of course you know that.”
“In which direction is Spouting Rock? I ’ve been there,” said Brenda.
“Oh, out there, ” said Frances, pointing seaward. “I have n’t been there myself for ages,—not since I was a little bit of a girl.”
