"She looks nice," said Midget. "I"d like to know her."
And then, as it was nearing nine o"clock, they left the dancing pavilion, and made their way back to their hotel.
Marjorie kept close to her parents, for the crowd seemed to grow denser all the time, and if she lost sight of her people, she feared she"d be swept away from them forever.
They were staying at Madden Hall, and as they reached it, there, too, music was being played, and some people were dancing in the big ballroom. But there were no children about, so Midget trotted off to bed cheerfully, with lots of pleasant antic.i.p.ations for the morrow.
At breakfast, next morning, she was looking around the dining room, when she spied the same little girl who had danced so prettily the night before.
"Oh, Mother," she exclaimed, "there she is! That pretty girl that danced. See, at the next table but two. Yes, it _is_ the same one!"
"Sure it is," agreed King. "She"s staying here. Perhaps we can get acquainted with her, Mops."
"Could we, Mother? Would it be right?"
"We"ll see about it," said Mrs. Maynard, smiling at her impulsive daughter. After breakfast the Maynard party walked out on the veranda, and Midget soon saw the little girl, in a big rocking chair not far away.
"May I go over and speak to her, Mother?" she said.
"Why, yes, Midget, if you like. She looks like a nice child. Run along."
So Midget went over and took the next rocking chair, for there were many chairs, ranged in long rows.
"I came over to talk to you," she said; "I saw you dance last night, and I think you do dance lovely."
"Do you?" said the little girl. She seemed diffident, but pleased at Marjorie"s words. "You see, it was a Children"s Carnival, and Mamma let me dance. I never danced in a place like that before, and I was a little scared at first."
"You didn"t look scared. You just looked lovely. What"s your name?
Mine"s Marjorie Maynard. I live in Rockwell, when I"m home."
"Mine"s Ruth Rowland, and I live in Philadelphia, when I"m home. But we"re spending the summer in Seacote. We just came down here for a week."
"In Seacote! Why, that"s where we"re spending the summer. We have a house on Fairway Avenue."
"Oh, I know that house. I remember seeing you there when I"ve pa.s.sed by.
Isn"t it funny that we should happen to meet here! We live farther down, past the pier, you know."
"Yes, I know. Will you come to see me after we both get back there?"
"Yes, indeed I will. When are you going back?"
"To-morrow, I think. When are you?"
"In a few days. Do you know Cicely Ross?"
"No, I don"t know very many children in Seacote. Do you know the Craig boys?"
"No. I guess we don"t know the same people. But I know Hester Corey, and you do, too, "cause I"ve seen her playing in your yard."
"Oh, yes, Hester plays with us a lot."
"She"s a funny girl, isn"t she?"
"Well, she"s nice sometimes, and sometimes she isn"t. Here"s my brother King. King, this is Ruth Rowland, and what do you think? She lives in Seacote! I mean, for the summer she"s staying there."
"Good!" cried King. "We can play together then, after we go back."
The three children rapidly became good friends, and soon Ruth proposed that they all go for a ride in a roller chair.
"They have wide chairs," she said, "that will hold all three of us."
Midget ran to ask her mother if they might do this, but Mrs. Maynard was not willing that the children should go alone.
"But Nannie and Rosamond may go, too, in another chair," she said, "and then I shall feel that you are looked after."
So down to the Boardwalk they went, and Nurse Nannie and Rosy Posy took one chair, and the three children took another. They selected a wide one which gave them plenty of room, and off they started.
It was a lovely, clear day, and the blue sky and the darker blue ocean met at the far distant horizon, with whitecaps dotted all over the crests of the waves. A few ships and steamers were to be seen, but mostly the children"s attention was attracted to the scenes on sh.o.r.e.
"I thought it was lovely last night," said Midget, "but it"s even nicer now. The booths and shops are so gay and festive, and the ladies all look so pretty in their summer frocks and bright parasols."
They stopped occasionally, for soda water or candy, and once they stopped at a camera place and had their pictures taken in the rolling chairs.
King proposed this, because he saw a great many people doing it, and as the man finished up the pictures at once, the children were delighted with the postcards.
"I"ll send one to Kit," said Midget, "she"ll love it. And I"ll send one to Grandma Maynard."
Ruth had several of the pictures, too, and she said she should send some to friends in Philadelphia.
"She"s an awfully nice girl," said Marjorie to her mother, when telling of their morning"s doings. "I"m so glad she"s at Seacote. We"re going to have lots of fun when we get back."
"I"m glad, too," said Mrs. Maynard. "For you have so few acquaintances there, and Ruth is certainly a very sweet child."
CHAPTER XVII
WHAT HESTER DID
"I won"t have her!" declared Hester. "I"m Queen of this Court, and I won"t have any new members taken in. You had no right, Marjorie Maynard, to ask her to belong, without consulting me!"
"Why, Hester, I had so! You may be Queen, but you don"t own the whole Sand Club! And Ruth Rowland is a lovely girl. How can you dislike her, when you know how sweet and pretty she is. She says she knows you."
"Yes, I do know her. Stuck-up, yellow-haired thing!"
Sand Court was in full session, and all had been going on amicably until Marjorie had chanced to mention meeting Ruth at Atlantic City, and said she had asked her to come to the Sand Club meetings. At this, Hester had flown into one of her rages, and declared that Ruth should not become a member of their little circle.