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Updated: May 11, 2025
Even Jerry was nowhere about; and the gardeners were far down on the south slope where he could just detect the clip of their shears as they trimmed the privet hedge. The grounds were as deserted as if the earth had swallowed up every inhabitant. Surfside, deprived of its accustomed hum and bustle, was actually lonely.
When Walter and Dick returned to Surfside with their tidings Mr. Crowninshield's satisfaction and delight could hardly be expressed. How he laughed at Burns's interpretation of O'Connel's message! And how Dick laughed when at last the joke was imparted to him! "Well, you two boys have been almighty clever between you," commented the elder man.
He studied rebelliously, and with only a half nay, rather a quarter of his mind on his lessons. All his thought was centered around Surfside and the novel experiences that beckoned him there. So impatient was he to begin his new duties that he found it impossible to settle down to anything.
Why didn't you tell me more about this family paragon of yours? I didn't take in he was a radio operator." "I I I don't know," replied Walter, bewildered. "Well, his quick action has helped us no end that is all I can say," announced the owner of Surfside triumphantly. "The instant he got your message he went to work with his wireless outfit.
What if he were to fail in those final exams? It would be terrible. Such a disaster did not seem real. It couldn't happen actually happen to him. It would be too awful. Nevertheless, try as he would to banish them, visions of Surfside with its myriad fascinations would dance in his head.
And it would be Bob he and Bob who brought about this glorious climax to a day of catastrophes. And if such a result was accomplished had not the owner of Surfside promised that he would never forget the service? For his own part Walter wanted nothing. If Lola could only be found his happiness would be complete. But if only Mr. Crowninshield would do something wonderful for Bob!
Already the summer cottages were being opened, aired, and put in order, and even some of the houses had gayly figured hangings at the windows and a film of smoke could be seen issuing from the chimneys. At Surfside workmen bustled about, hurrying across the lawn with boards, paint pots, and hammers.
After you once have got your place the keeping of it will rest with you. That's fair, ain't it?" Walter nodded. Yet he turned slowly toward home, depressed by a throng of misgivings. Suppose he was not able to hold the job at Surfside once it was his? What then? By the middle of May Lovell's Harbor had fully awakened from its winter's sleep.
"Why, we have a wireless up at Surfside and this thing or something like it that we didn't know enough to write down, came this morning." "But I heard your brother Bob was up there." "He had to go to New York yesterday." "And left you to tend the tape, did he?" grinned the old man. "Not much. He knows I'd be a duffer at the job," affirmed Walter. "Mebbe you ain't as much of a duffer as you think.
In his depression he almost wished he had never seen Surfside, the Crowninshields, or anything belonging to them. Nor was his melancholy lightened when he found on entering the house that the telephone line was busy and that some one was calling Mr. Crowninshield.
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