They halted and waited for him.
"Lonesome Cove down there, 'bout a quarter of a mile," he informed
them, jerking the butt of his whip in the direction of a thin forest
of spindling pines to the right of the highway. "Ocean right over
there."
"I hear it," cried Harriet. "Doesn't it sound glorious?"
"We thank you. You may unload our equipment and pile it by the side of
the road. We will carry it down to the beach, and again I thank you
very much."
Jane and Hazel assisted in the unloading. They would permit neither
Harriet nor Miss Elting to help. The boy was paid and drove away
whistling. He had made a good deal, and knew very well that the folks
at home would find no fault over his delay when they learned that he
had earned two dollars.
"Now, girls, do you know where you are?" asked the guardian, turning
to her charges.
"Lost in the wilds of New Hampshire," answered Jane dramatically.
"No, not lost. We shall soon be among friends. I promise you a great
surprise when we get down so near the sea that you hear the pounding
of the breakers on the beach."
"I gueth you will be thurprithed, too," ventured Tommy.
"What do you mean, Grace?" demanded Miss Elting.
"I would suggest that we get started," urged Harriet.
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