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"What a good thing it was in Tom Leicester to send his daughter to Tideshead this summer!" said the old gentleman. "I think that Barbara is renewing her youth. Tom is a man of distinction, and yet keeps to his queer wild ways. You are sure that Barbara quite understands about our wishing them to dine here? I think this camping business is positively foolish conduct in a person of her age."
The road of life appeared to lead nowhere, and perhaps our friend missed the constant change and excitement of interest brought to her by living alongside such a busy, inspiriting life as her father's. Here in Tideshead she had to provide her own motive power instead of being tributary to a stronger current. "I don't seem to have anything to do," thought Betty.
I used to know a great many girls when I was growing up, and some of them are my friends still, the few who are left. To find one true-hearted friend is worth living through a great many disappointments." Two or three weeks went over before Betty ceased to have the feeling that she was a stranger and foreigner in Tideshead.
It seemed like a new world to some young folks who were there, and everybody was surprised because everybody else looked so pretty and was so surprisingly gay. Yet, here it was, the same old Tideshead after all! "Aunt Barbara," said Betty, as that aunt sat on the side of Betty's four-post bed, "Aunt Barbara, don't say good-night just yet.
At last the captain came with Captain Beck to collect the passage money, which proved to be thirty-seven cents. "Where did you say you was goin' to stop in Tideshead?" asked Captain Beck. "I'm going to Miss Leicester's. Don't you remember me? Aren't you Mary Beck's grandfather? I'm Betty Leicester." "Toe be sure, toe be sure," said the old gentleman, much pleased.
Tideshead was most delightful to a girl who had been used to seeing strange places and to knowing nobody but papa at first, and only getting acquainted by degrees with the lodgings people and the shops, and perhaps with some new or old friends of papa's who lived out of the town.
"Papa dear, I wasn't really crying. You know that you're coming back within three months, and we shall be writing letters all the time, and Tideshead isn't like a strange place." "Dear me, no! you'll never wish to come away from Tideshead; give it my love, and 'call every bush my cousin," answered Mr. Leicester gayly as they went down in the elevator.
"All the old ladies are looking out of their windows, just as they were the day I was coming to Tideshead," she said; and Becky replied that their faces were always at just the same pane of glass.
She carried an unusual number of passengers, and was loaded deep with early potatoes. The girls waved their handkerchiefs and the men on board the packet gave a cheer, while Mr. Leicester saluted with the Starlight's flag, and it was altogether a ceremonious occasion. Seth said that he "guessed folks would think old Tideshead was waking up."
"I have had to keep one of them a long time because papa has always been saying every year that we were sure to come to Tideshead, and then we haven't after all." "He has been here two or three times," said Mary. "I saw him go by and I wanted to run out and ask him about you, but I was afraid to" "Afraid of papa? What a funny thing!
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