Now it was coming on summer again, and, after much planning and discussing, the Robinson twins and their mother had decided on a seashore cottage. They hoped that Cora Kimball could be induced to go with them, and, if Cora did go, why, of course, it meant that Jack would come down, occasionally, or, perhaps, oftener. And Ed and Walter might also happen to drop in--which would be very pleasant. "Oh, it's just glorious," thought Bess, as she continued to skim along. "I hope the season will be miles long and years old. We will have a gay time." Bess turned the _Flyaway_ into the gravel road that wound up to the handsome and stately Kimball homestead. A toot of the horn brought Cora out of doors quickly, while Bess jammed on the brake and threw out the clutch, and then, as the car came to a squeaking standstill, she shoved over the spark and gasolene levers, with a ripping sound along the ratchets, and turned off the sparking device. "Come on in and cool off," invited Cora. "It's very warm. Summer has almost arrived. I'm delighted to see you, Bess." "And I you. Indeed I am coming in. Such news--you'll never guess in your whole life, Cora." "You're going to get a new machine!" "No, not yet, though I think we will next season. Papa is sort of softening toward a six cylinder. No, but it's almost as good as that." "What is it, dear?" and Cora placed her arm around the waist of Bess, as they mounted the broad steps. "Cora Kimball, we're going to take a cottage at Lookout Beach! Such a delightful place--and Cora dear," she panted on, "can you come? _Will_ you come?" "Shall I come? Should I come," went on Cora, teasingly. "Why, my dear," she went on, "do sit down, and catch your breath before it escapes further. The boys are around here somewhere, and they are always on the still hunt for----" "Cora Kimball! I'm not one bit out of breath," panted Bess, "but I am just dying to tell you----" "Oh, that is it! Well, let me make you comfortable so that the death----" She stopped, and swung back a porch chair for Bess. The latter threw aside her motor bonnet and "ripped off" her gloves. "No, but seriously, Cora," Bess said. "Will you go with us? We have taken a cottage, and we are, of course, going to take our car, and we do so want to take you!" "You dear!" exclaimed Cora. "I haven't planned for summer yet, but I do think mother is going abroad, and I honestly feared I would have to tag along. I just hate to think of Europe, so maybe I could induce mother to let me go with you. She has such confidence in Mrs. Perry Robinson." "Mother would take all sorts of care of you. I can assure you and your mother of that," declared Bess. "And we have almost decided, without ever asking you, that you shall come along. What fun would we have motoring without you?"