“That will be fine,” said Harry; but a moment later her face fell
prodigiously. “Only it won’t do me any good,” she added, sorrowfully,
“because I’ll be visiting Aunt Harriet most of the time.”
“That’s too bad,” said Roy. “Can’t you fix it to go later?”
Harry shook her head. “No, she goes to the seashore in August, you see.
I think it’s just too mean for anything; and I know you will just have
lovely times. I--I hope papa won’t let you do it!”
“Well!” ejaculated Chub. “Of all dogs in the manger that I ever met,
Harry, you take the prize!”
“Well, I just do,” muttered Harry, rebelliously; “and I’m going to tell
him not to!”
Chub and Dick viewed her anxiously, but Roy only smiled.
“We’re not afraid of that, Harry,” he said.
She looked at him a moment frowningly, then sighed and smiled as she
said plaintively:
“Well, I don’t care, Roy Porter, I think it’s awfully mean! Maybe I
won’t ever see you and Chub again, and just when I might be with you I
have to go away. And I don’t have any fun at Aunt Harriet’s, anyway;
it’s too stupid for anything!”
“Well, I wouldn’t worry yet,” said Roy, “because, maybe it will all
fall through. You heard what Chub said about getting permission, and,
of course, if he can’t stay we won’t; it wouldn’t be any fun for just
two fellows.”
“I guess you could find some one else,” said Chub.
“I guess we’re not going to try,” said Dick.
“Of course not,” Roy agreed. “If you can’t make it we’ll call it off;
but we will hope for the best, eh?”
“It won’t do you any good,” muttered Chub. “It’s me for that old Water
Gap place.”
“And me for Aunt Harriet Beverly’s,” sighed Harry. And then, struck by
a radiant idea, she added breathlessly: “Maybe I could run away and
come back here and live with you on the island!”
The boys laughed.
“When do you have to go to Aunty’s?” asked Chub.
“I don’t know exactly,” Harry replied. “She hasn’t said anything about
it yet, but usually I go the first of July and stay two or three weeks;
once I had to stay a month--papa and mama went to the mountains.”
“Well, we couldn’t go into camp until about the first,” said Chub; “and
then, if you only stayed two weeks with Aunty, you could be here a
whole fortnight before we left.”
Harry brightened perceptibly. “That’s so,” she cried. “I’ll ask mama
if I’ll have to stay more than two weeks. Wouldn’t that be lovely? We
could have the dandiest times, couldn’t we?”
“I don’t believe your mother would let you stay on the island at night,
though,” said Roy.
“Well, but I could go over real early in the morning and have breakfast
with you, and stay all day. I could do the cooking for you! I can cook
real well. I can make doughnuts and vanilla cookies and cheese-straws
and--”
“Can you fry eggs?” asked Chub anxiously.
“Of course, stupid! Any one can do that!”
“All right, Harry, consider yourself engaged. There’s nothing like a
few eggs to begin a hard day’s work on.”
“I want mine scrambled,” said Dick. “Can you do that, Harry?”
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