and Baker’s Island, and the distant shores of Beverly, Manchester, and Gloucester. One need not he a great lover of Nature to appreciate all this; and even Brenda, who usually expressed a strong preference for city views over those of seashore or country, drew attention to the blueness of the water, and the changing lights on the island. For the sun, which had so kindly hidden itself . while the girls were walking about, had now come out, and shone with such energy that they were glad that they had found so pleasant a resting-place.
Brenda made up for lost time by photographing her three friends, and then, taking the same place in the group that Julia had had, she let her cousin photograph her.
“Come sit down, Brenda, you make me tired, you are so restless,” cried Nora, as Brenda moved about uneasily over the heights. “Amy is going to tell us some more interesting things, are n’t you?”
It was astonishing how readily Amy’s new friends had acquired the habit of addressing her by her first name, and how she almost as readily could call them by theirs.
“Why, if you really want me to,” she said in answer to Nora’s question, “I might think of something, although I do not know anything that you might not read in some book.”
“Oh, that’s no matter. It will be like meeting an old friend, if we come upon anything you have told us in print. Is n’t there any old witch-house in Marblehead? There ought to be, for it’s near enough to Salem.”
