d family, made bouquets of itself in every appropriate
spot, while the glorious rhododendrons put forth a display sufficiently
beautiful and courageous to last all Summer.

"Oh, my, look at the style!" Lottie exclaimed as a party of young
folks appeared before them. They were evidently coming from the Cliff
Hotel, and made the most of that fact.

"There's Hilda Hastings!" Cora said, in surprise. "I didn't know she
was down here."

A remarkably pretty girl, light-haired and wearing lilac shades, with
a parasol that reflected that becoming tint, was Hilda. She evidently
saw, and recognized Cora just as the latter spied her.

"Cora Kimball!" cried Hilda, in the delighted way that usually marks a
meeting with a home friend in the midst of vacation time. "Where did
you come from?"

"Oh, Hilda!" answered Cora, advancing to meet the girl who almost ran
to greet her, "I am so glad to see you. We are stopping at our own
little bunk--the Motely Mote--on Pine Shade Way. And where do you put
up?"

Introductions followed, and girls from the Mote were plainly delighted
to meet the others from a fashionable hotel. The meeting also resulted
in a general invitation from the Cliff girls to the Motes to attend a
hop to be given the next evening at the hotel.

"And do bring every boy you can scrape up," Hilda enjoined. "We shall
be sure to need them."

"What dress?" asked Lottie the Vain.

"Linen or lace, doesn't matter in the least," declared a young girl
whom they called Madge. "We will wear whatever we fall into for
dinner."

"All right," answered Lottie for all, fluttering at the prospect of a
real hotel hop. "We will wear whatever we may find pressable--we have
the awfullest time with wrinkles down here."

"Don't mind them," answered Hilda. "Wrinkled clothes are a seaside
fad, you know. If you have none you will be suspected of being the
Press Club Trust. That's a clothing club--not literary."

With other pleasantries the two sets parted, but not until all sorts
of invitations to come and visit had been extended and accepted.

"What nice girls," the timid Marita remarked as the fashionable ones
turned into the lane. "Isn't Hilda pretty? Are they from Chelton?"

"She is and they are," answered Cora. "But I do not see how we are
going to that hop. The boys were going to take us out in a sail boat,
you know."

"Oh, I would be frightened to death in a sail boat," objected Lottie.

"And perfectly safe in a canoe," obse