The Outdoor Girls at Ocean View | Page 5

fishing village you can imagine. It's like Provincetown, somewhat, only different, and----"
"What's that?" suddenly interrupted Grace.
"The boys," spoke Mollie. "As if that awful racket could be anything else."
There sounded on the porch of the Nelson home the heavy tramp of several feet, and the murmur of eager voices.
"Are the girls here?" someone asked.
"That's my brother, Will--bother! I suppose I have to go home," said Grace, petulantly.
"I'll go see," offered Betty. "It sounds like more than Will."
"It is!" cried Mollie, peering under the window shade. "There's Amy's brother, besides Allen Washburn, Roy Anderson and--oh, there's that johnny--Percy Falconer. What in the world can have brought them all here?"
"Natural attractions--the magnet--as the flower draws the bee--and so on and so on," murmured Betty. "I'll ask them in," and she went to meet the boys whose voices could now be heard in the hall.
CHAPTER III
PREPARATIONS
"Hello, Betty!"
"Is Grace here?"
"Where's Amy? I heard she came this way--oh, yes, they're all here, boys. We've found the right place."
"Just in time for five o'clock tea, aren't we!"
"What's that? Did Percy get that off? Just for that he sha'n't have any sweet spirits of nitre!"
A chorus of laughs followed the last remarks, which, in turn, were uttered after the rather drawling manner of a tall, slim, well-dressed lad, whose countenance did not betoken any great amount of intelligence.
"Well, it is time for five o'clock tea!" remonstrated the youth who had been characterized by one of the girls as a "johnny" for want of a better term.
"Oh, mercy, girls! Percy's got a wrist watch!" gasped Will Ford in falsetto tones. "The saucy little humming bird! Zip!"
"Behave yourselves or you can't come in!" remonstrated Betty, who had relieved the maid at the door. "What is this, anyhow; a delegation of protest or petition?"
"Both," answered Allen Washburn, with a quick, eel-like motion that took him past his chums and placed him at Betty's side. She blushed a little at this act, but did not seem displeased.
"We heard you girls had been seen planning some deep-laid scheme, as you came down the street," went on Will Ford, the brother of Grace, "and we followed. Where is my sainted sister? Making fudge or looking to see if some one is going to treat to sodas?"
"I wouldn't get many sodas if I depended on you," observed Grace, with pointed sarcasm.
"Save me!" ejaculated Will, pretending to hide behind Percy. "Don't let them harm me, will you, old man?"
"Stop!" remonstrated the slim chap, for Will was rather violent in his action, and Percy Falconer was anything but robust. "Besides, you are wrinkling my coat," he added.
"Shades of Beau Brummel!" murmured Roy Anderson, rather tousled in appearance, but with a wholesome, boyish look about him, "Save the wrist watch, Will."
"Say, what's the idea?" asked Mollie, a bit slangily. "Are you going to ask us out? If you are we can't go, for we have important business to transact."
"Yes, fellows, this is the annual session of the Associated Chocolate Fiends," spoke Will. "If you interrupt you'll be fined a box of caramels."
The laughing boys and girls crowded into the library. It was not an unusual occurrence for them all to thus gather at Betty's home, which seemed to be a rendezvous for such little parties. But the boys seldom came in such numbers.
"I wonder why they brought that--Percy," whispered Betty, when she had a chance at Grace's ear.
"No danger--they didn't bring him--he attached himself," replied Grace. For, be it known, Percy was not very well liked. The boys did not care for him because of his too well-dressed appearance, and his lack of appreciation of manly sports. And the girls did not like him--well, for as much a reason as anything, because Betty did not care for him.
Percy Falconer was, or imagined he was, very fond of Betty. And, to tell more of the truth, Betty distinctly did not care for Percy, though he tried to show her attentions. Now if it had been Allen Washburn, the young law student--well, that is an entirely different story. But as Allen was present on this occasion, the presence of Percy was rather mitigated.
"Girls, we've got news for you!" exclaimed Will, when he and the others had more or less carefully distributed themselves about the library. "Fine and dandy news!"
"The best ever!" added Henry Blackford, with a nod at Amy, who still clung to her modest place behind the palm.
"And, if you're real good, we'll let you in on it," declared Allen Washburn.
"Aren't they condescending, though," mocked Mollie. "As if we didn't have secrets ourselves!"
"Shall we tell them?" asked Grace.
"Let's hear theirs first," suggested Betty.
"What's the matter, Percy, has your wrist watch stopped?" asked Roy Anderson, with a chuckle, for the "johnny" was anxiously holding the timepiece to his ear.
"I--I believe I quite forgot to wind it," was the answer.
"Serious calamity!"