"To the thea thhore."
"Oh, the sea shore," nodded Hazel.
"Yeth. The daithy theth tho. I'm going with my father and mother. But I
don't want to go. I want to thtay here with the girlth," pouted Tommy.
"I should think you would be happy to think you are going to the sea
shore. Most girls would be," reminded Hazel.
"It must cost a lot of money to go to the sea shore," remarked Margery
Brown.
Tommy bobbed her head vigorously.
"Yeth. My father hath lotth of money, I thuppothe. But I don't care. I
don't want to go."
"When do you go?"
"I don't know, Hathel. The Oracle thayth I'm going."
The Oracle having settled the question, no further doubts remained in the
mind of little Grace Thompson.
Grace's father was a lawyer. Both he and the girl's mother had inherited
fortunes, and Grace being an only child had much, finer clothes than any
of her companions in the little New Hampshire town of Meadow-Brook.
Hazel Holland and Margery Brown were the daughters of village merchants,
the former's father being a druggist, while the father of the latter owned
a fairly prosperous grocery business.
The fourth member of this little quartette, Harriet Burrell, was not so
fortunately situated as were her three friends. Harriet's father was a
bookkeeper in the local bank, and on his moderate salary was doing his
best to give his daughter and younger son an education.
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