“You didn’t look scared.  You just looked lovely.  What’s your name?  Mine’s Marjorie Maynard.  I live in Rockwell, when I’m home.”

“Mine’s Ruth Rowland, and I live in Philadelphia, when I’m home.  But we’re spending the summer in Seacote.  We just came down here for a week.”

“In Seacote!  Why, that’s where we’re spending the summer.  We have a house on Fairway Avenue.”

“Oh, I know that house.  I remember seeing you there when I’ve passed by.  Isn’t it funny that we should happen to meet here!  We live farther down, past the pier, you know.”

“Yes, I know.  Will you come to see me after we both get back there?”

“Yes, indeed I will.  When are you going back?”

“To-morrow, I think.  When are you?”

“In a few days.  Do you know Cicely Ross?”

“No, I don’t know very many children in Seacote.  Do you know the Craig boys?”

“No.  I guess we don’t know the same people.  But I know Hester Corey, and you do, too, ’cause I’ve seen her playing in your yard.”

“Oh, yes, Hester plays with us a lot.”

“She’s a funny girl, isn’t she?”

“Well, she’s nice sometimes, and sometimes she isn’t.  Here’s my brother King.  King, this is Ruth Rowland, and what do you think?  She lives in Seacote!  I mean, for the summer she’s staying there.”

“Good!” cried King.  “We can play together then, after we go back.”

The three children rapidly became good friends, and soon Ruth proposed that they all go for a ride in a roller chair.

“They have wide chairs,” she said, “that will hold all three of us.”

Midget ran to ask her mother if they might do this, but Mrs. Maynard was not willing that the children should go alone.

“But Nannie and Rosamond may go, too, in another chair,” she said, “and then I shall feel that you are looked after.”

So down to the Boardwalk they went, and Nurse Nannie and Rosy Posy took one chair, and the three children took another.  They selected a wide one which gave them plenty of room, and off they started.

It was a lovely, clear day, and the blue sky and the darker blue ocean met at the far distant horizon, with whitecaps dotted all over the crests of the waves.  A few ships and steamers were to be seen, but mostly the children’s attention was attracted to the scenes on shore.

“I thought it was lovely last night,” said Midget, “but it’s even nicer now.  The booths and shops are so gay and festive, and the ladies all look so pretty in their summer frocks and bright parasols.”

They stopped occasionally, for soda water or candy, and once they stopped at a camera place and had their pictures taken in the rolling chairs.

King proposed this, because he saw a great many people doing it, and as the man finished up the pictures at once, the children were delighted with the postcards.

“I’ll send one to Kit,” said Midget, “she’ll love it.  And I’ll send one to Grandma Maynard.”