The other girl had been drinking in all this information with such greedy interest that she scarcely heard or heeded the question which ended it. Without further questioning she realized that this new acquaintance was a guest at "The Bluffs," the one exclusive and fashionable hotel on the river. She at once became guiltily conscious of her own bare brown toes, still wriggling in the warm sand. She blamed herself fiercely for not taking the trouble to put on her shoes and stockings that afternoon. Up till this moment it had scarcely seemed worth while.
"Tell me, what 's your name?" the girl in white and pink reiterated.
"Sarah," she answered, "but most every one calls me Sally. What 's yours?"
"Doris Craig," was the reply and the girl of the bare toes unconsciously noted that "Doris" was an entirely fitting name for so dainty a creature. And somehow she dreaded to answer the question as to her own.
"My name 's horrid," she added, "and I always did hate it. But baby 's is pretty - Genevieve. Mother named her that, 'cause Father insisted that mine must be 'Sarah,' after his mother. She said she was going to have one pretty name in the family, anyway. Genevieve, take your thumb out of your mouth!"
"Why do you tell her to do that?" demanded Doris, curiously.
"'Cause Mother says it 'll make her mouth a bad shape if she keeps it up, and she told me it was up to me to stop it. You see I have Genevieve with me most of the time. Mother 's so busy." But by this time, Doris's roving eye had caught the sign forbidding children to play in the boats.
"Do you see that?" she asked. "Are n't you afraid to be sitting around in that boat?"
"Huh!" exclaimed Sally scornfully. "That does n't mean Genevieve and me."
"Why not?" cried Doris perplexedly.
"'Cause we belong here. Captain Carter 's our father. All these boats belong to him. Besides, it 's so early in the season that it does n't matter anyway. Even we don't do it much in July and August."
"Oh!" exclaimed Doris, a light beginning to break on her understanding. "Then that - er - lady up at the candy counter is your mother?" She referred to the breathlessly busy, pleasant, though anxious-faced woman who had sold her the candy.
"Yes. She 's awfully busy all the time, 'cause she has to wait on the soda and candy and ice cream, and see that the freezer 's working all right, and a lot of other things. In July and August we have to have girls from the village to help. We don't see much of her in the summer, - Genevieve and I. We just have to take care of ourselves. And that 's Dad, down on the dock." She pointed to a tall, lanky, slouchily dressed man who was directing the lowering of a sail in one of the catboats.
"Yes, I know Captain Carter," averred Doris. "I hired this canoe of him."
"Did you go and hire a canoe - all by yourself?" inquired Sally, eyeing her very youthful new acquaintance with some wonder. "How did your mother come to let you?"
"Well, you see Mother 's been awfully sick and she is n't at all well yet. Has to stay in bed a good deal of the day and just sits around on the veranda the rest of the time. She could n't tend to things like that, so I 've got used to doing them myself lately. I dress myself and fix my hair all by myself, without the least help from her, - which I could n't do three months ago. I did it today. Don't you think I look all right?"
Again Sally flushed with the painful consciousness of her own unkempt appearance, especially her bare feet. "Oh, yes! You look fine," she acknowledged sheepishly. And then added, as a concession to her own attire:
"I hate to get all dressed up these hot days, 'specially when there 's no one around. Mother often makes me during 'the season,' 'cause she says it looks bad for the Landing to see us children around so sloppy."
"My mother says," remarked Doris, "that one always feels better to be nicely and cleanly dressed, especially in the afternoons, if you can manage it. You feel so much more self-respecting. I often hate to bother to dress, too, but I always do it to please her."
Sally promptly registered the mental vow that she would hereafter array herself and Genevieve in clean attire every single afternoon, or perish in the attempt. But clothes was not a subject that ever interested Doris Craig for any length of time, so she soon switched to another.
"Can't you and the baby come out with me in my canoe for a while?" she suggested. "I 'm so lonesome. And perhaps you know how to paddle. You could sit in the bow, and Genevieve in the middle."
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