Betty Lee, Senior by Harriet Pyne Grove
Betty Lee, Senior by Harriet Pyne Grove
Betty Lee's vacation before her senior year cannot be passed over with only casual mention, for it was the "best yet" as declared by Betty and her two closest chums, Kathryn Allen and Carolyn Gwynne. After the last exciting activities of June days as juniors and the pleasing freedom from examinations won by good scholarship, the three girls found themselves, with others of their class, equipped with cards that certified completion of the junior work.
Before them stretched long weeks when, Betty said, they "didn't have to know anything," and that state of mind obviously gave them all great pleasure.
Up in the girls' gym, almost vacant now, they took a last swing and jump, as they happened to have reason to pass through; and Betty and Carolyn performed a few funny steps to express their happy state of mind before they finally left halls to which they would be just as glad to return in the fall.
However, Betty was expecting to swim in "something beside pools and rivers." She gave a little skip as they ran down the walk toward the Gwynne car, which this time was waiting for them. "I can't believe it, Carolyn! 'Are I' really going with you to the seashore? I never saw the ocean but once, when I went East with Father, you know. I said appropriately, 'Roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean roll,' but it wasn't dark blue a bit. It happened to be a perfectly horrid gray morning. It was wonderful, all the same."
"Oh, but you ought to see it sometimes, Betty! I hope we'll have good weather, no cold 'nor'easters' or anything. But I'm as excited as can be myself. Think of it, Betty-a perfectly new cottage in a different place this time. Daddy had such a good chance to sell the old one and we may buy this if we like it. But we're renting it for the summer."
"It doesn't seem right that we should just visit you," said Kathryn.
"Listen! We've had that out before, Gypsy Allen. I'm to have my own room and I can have whomever I want-all summer. I expect to keep it full! That's my reward for being a good girl and getting my lessons, in spite of, well, you know how hard it is to get 'em."
"We do!" said Kathryn and Betty, "una cum voce."
"So," continued Carolyn, "why shouldn't I have the girls I like best as long as I can induce-them-to-stay?" Carolyn uttered formally the last part of her sentence, with her head in the air and a high and mighty look.
The girls giggled as they settled themselves in the car. "Drive around to Kathryn's and Betty's first, please," said Carolyn to the Gwynne chauffeur, "then home."
Betty had not had a chance to call up home since Carolyn had invited her and Kathryn "to come out and celebrate." Both she and Kathryn wanted to get rid of certificates and books, not to mention certain other articles that seemed to persist in staying in lockers. Carelessness or forgetting had nothing to do with that, of course.
"Do you like clams and chowders and things, Betty Lee?" asked Carolyn, after the last stop and delivery of goods, with pleasant permissions to stay at Carolyn's.
"I liked everything we tried at New York," replied Betty, "and I know that I'll just adore all the sea food."
"You're going to get it," Carolyn leaned back against the cushions and stretched forward her stylishly shod toes. "We have beach parties and everything."
That sounded delightful. Betty had never heard of a beach party. Yet, she supposed she must have read of them in stories. But this was different. She was going to be in one. "And I haven't told you one delicious secret!"
"Oh, tell us, Carolyn!" Kathryn spoke beseechingly.
Carolyn laughed and looked mysterious. "I haven't decided whether to keep it a secret and surprise you, or to tell you now."
"Tell us now," urged beaming Kathryn.
"Maybe it would be more of a thrill if she surprised us," Betty suggested, smilingly regarding Carolyn and wondering what the surprise or secret might be.
"Well," Carolyn drawled, "I'll have to make up my mind about it. The trouble is, you might find out about it some other way, and then I'd miss the fun of seeing you surprised."
"That gives us our cue for going right up in the air over whatever it is, Betty-to please Carolyn!" But Kathryn was regarding Carolyn affectionately as she said this.
"Suppose you give us a hint of what it is and let us guess," said Betty.
Carolyn shook her head negatively. "Spoil it all. Maybe I'll announce it later. We are going to have our lunch inside, find the coolest spot in the house to talk over our plans and decide what to take and so on, as you wanted to do, Betty, and then have our dinner a la picnic under the trees by the fountain, nothing but cool lemonade and ice cream!"
It was a hot day, but Betty knew there would be more on the menu than lemonade and ice cream, which would probably be included in their lunch. Oh, it was always so nice at Carolyn's!
In Carolyn's own room after lunch the girls took off frocks and shoes and lay on the bed to plan for their month together at the seashore. Not that it was the only topic of conversation, for school affairs were too recently over for dismissal. Lucia Coletti's departure for Italy with her father and mother was one interesting subject.
"Yes," said Betty, "they were awfully rushed at the last, you know, but Lucia called me up, just before they were driving to the station, to say another goodbye. I would have gone to the station with her, only under the circumstances it didn't seem appropriate. You know how it is, and Lucia and I had had our final visit before."
"Don't you go and think more of Lucia than you do of us," reminded Kathryn with, a grin.
"Couldn't," laughed Betty, "but Lucia is a fine girl just the same; and she had to have some friends, didn't she?"
"Yes, more than she wanted of some sorts," wisely said Carolyn.
"They naturally would have a good deal of attention," said Betty. "I was the first girl Lucia knew. But Lucia will not forget any of us. The countess is prettier than ever and they are all so perfectly happy to be together again. The count rather wanted to go back before, but Lucia persuaded them to wait till she could finish her work. It was a good thing she didn't have to stay for the examinations."
"Do you have any idea, Betty, that she will come back for her senior year?"
"Not in the least," said Betty, to whom the recent romantic situation at the Murchison home had appealed greatly. "Lucia would like to finish the course here, and I think Countess Coletti would like to have her do it. But Lucia was too excited about going back home to think much about returning. She promised to write and I gave her all the addresses, and dates, I would have this summer."
Neither Kathryn nor Carolyn would ever ask Betty questions that would pry into Lucia's secrets, though Betty knew that there had been a great deal of comment over the count's long absence in travel and the fact that the countess had remained in America with Lucia for so long. Betty herself would never betray Lucia's worried confidences, and now it was so easy to speak of the happy reunion that she had herself seen and to pass over anything else she might know. Betty had learned by this time not to tell everything she knew to everybody.
But she frankly went on to say that she, too, had a piece of news which she could tell now. "It's a real happy one, girls. Mr. Murchison has gone East with them and they will go to some place in Connecticut for his wedding! He is marrying somebody that he has known for a long time and they are all going abroad together. That is why Father has to be very busy this summer and has a lot on his hands."
"My, what a disappointment to several people here!" exclaimed Kathryn. "Oh, I oughtn't to say that, I suppose."
"I gathered, from what Lucia said, that her mother is real pleased with her brother's choice and knows the lady. And it is fixed all right for Rose Sevilla and her mother to stay just as they are at Murchison's. Rose is awfully busy with new draperies and things that the countess ordered for her brother; and her mother actually looks younger and talks about when Ramon comes back."
"Is there any news of him at all?"
"Not a bit, but they have a little hope now. It just makes me sick that I didn't find out about them in time to send him word before he left Detroit! But he'll turn up some time, I hope-unless the 'villain' finds him and does something terrible. They didn't tell the mother about the villain's having tried to find out from Father."
Under the trees, not far from the fountain, in the midst of all the attractions of the lovely Gwynne estate, the three girls at a little table had their dinner alone, "a la picnic," as Carolyn had said, and cool salad, an ice, lemonade and fruit did compose a good and refreshing part of it.
The girls dawdled over their meal and wondered why they felt so "lazy." "It's the weather, girls," said Carolyn. "I'm glad we're through school-though I believe I've said that several times. But don't expect me to be original!"
"It's not only the weather, Carolyn. We're just sort of let down about everything. I imagine that the sea air will revive us, won't it?"
"Yes, Gypsy, if we need reviving by that time."
Conversation ran on by fits and starts. Daylight began to fade and little fireflies flashed their lanterns here and there in the shrubbery or the lower branches of the trees. It was decided that nothing was "so rare as a day in June" if this one had been rather too warm, and finally Kathryn inquired if Carolyn had made up her mind in regard to the great surprise.
"Sure enough, girls!" cried Carolyn. "I believe I have made up my mind! I'll tell you!"
Betty assumed a thrilled expression, clasped her hands together tragically and leaned forward in pretended suspense, not so deeply pretended, either, for she knew that any surprise so regarded by Carolyn Gwynne would be "nice."
"Don't be silly," laughed Carolyn, while Kathryn clutched her black hair with one hand and held the other to her heart.
"It's about some very splendid people who are going to be in a cottage-oh, not so very far away. The cottages are scattered up there, you know."
Kathryn put both hands to her head now. "Let me think, Carolyn! Who said she was going to the coast?"
"Never mind thinking, Gypsy. It might be dangerous. You know how unaccustomed exercise--"
Carolyn was obliged to break off as laughing Kathryn leaned over to threaten violence.
But at last the news was told. "The Waites have taken a cottage there and Marcella is going up about the time we do, I think."
"How fine!" cried Kathryn. "Betty-'the Pirate of Penzance!'"
But Betty was already thinking of that romantic youth, Marcia Waite's brother. "Will the Pirate be on hand?" she asked, after her first pleased exclamation at the news.
"Very likely," impressively said Carolyn.
"He will not mean much in our young lives, Kathryn," continued Betty, "if he was awfully nice to us at Marcella's party and other places. He is all grown up and at just the age when they have terrible cases in college."
"Who knows?" sang Carolyn, "but he seemed to like you, Betty. However, I'd advise you to stick to our friend Chet. There aren't any boys nicer than the Dorrance boys."
Betty assented to that but added that when Chet went into the university the next year there would probably be an end of good times with him. "It will be a case of saying farewell, and Chet will be the one to do it, you see. But it will be simply grand to have Marcella there, somebody we know; and she will be having company, too, I suppose. Honestly, Carolyn, I can scarcely wait to go!"
"That wasn't intended as a pun, I suppose, since there's no point in it. But the Waites will be waiting, all right. They go some time next week, perhaps a day or two before, according to what Marcella said. She said she would telephone."
"Then there is one thing more; but I'm not going to tell this."
"Another secret! Carolyn?"
"Another secret!"
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