VIII
A RESCUE
When the beach-wagon with Julia and Brenda and Nora and the rest of the Barlow household passed Amy Redmond's house that Fourth of July morning, Brenda cast a glance toward the front windows, half hoping that she might see Amy herself. She was by no means indifferent to her new acquaintance, although since their chance meeting she had made no effort to see her.
As Amy was busy in the kitchen, Brenda, of course, failed to see her; and when the latter looked from her window at the passing carriage she gave a sigh, as she fancied that Brenda had quite forgotten her, and had not even tried to see her as she passed by. For in spite of her reserved and somewhat indifferent manner toward Brenda, Amy really had felt drawn toward the livelier girl. As for Brenda herself, while she could not explain the attraction, she had a strong desire to know Amy better. The sight of the house brought before her the incident of their first meeting, and she pulled Julia’s arm to make her look in the direction of the house, saying, as she did so, “That’s where Amy lives.”
“Oh,” responded Julia, “it is a neat place, is n’t it?”
“Yes—”
