Part 28 (1/2)

”Come down on the porch when you are ready, girls,” said Walter, just before he disappeared into his own room, ”and we'll wander around and see the sights.”

Nan and Bess were delighted with their room, for it was large and airy and commanded a beautiful view of Lake Worth, upon which the Royal Poinciana Hotel is situated. Grace's and Rhoda's room also faced the lake.

”Oh, girls, look at all the boats!” squealed Bess, dancing delightedly up and down before one of the windows. ”They are so thick you can hardly see any water between them.”

”The _Bargain Rush_ is down there somewhere,” said Grace, as she and Nan ran across the room to peek over Bess's shoulder. ”Dad made an awful fuss about having it s.h.i.+pped all the way, but Walter said he didn't want to come if he couldn't have it.”

”But, Grace, this is the first word you have said about the _Bargain Rush_,” said Bess reproachfully. ”And you know just how unhappy we'd be if we did not have a boat down here.”

”I've heard about Lake Worth being such a beautiful harbor for the pleasure boats of the Palm Beach tourists,” said Rhoda happily, ”but I never imagined it was half so beautiful.”

”But where is the ocean?” asked Bess, as they turned from the window and began a hurried ”freshening process.” ”I declare, I'm all mixed up.”

”The ocean is in back of us, silly,” Nan informed her. ”Didn't you notice the beautiful beach down there as we came along? There were people in bathing, too. Oh, don't I wish I could go in myself this very minute. Just think of it--surf bathing in February!”

”Br-r-r, stop it,” commanded Bess with a s.h.i.+ver. ”You make me chilly.”

They were ready to see the sights in a surprisingly short time, and Bess noticed as they stepped out into the corridor that Nan locked the door very carefully and slipped the key into her pocket.

”You aren't worrying about those men yet, are you?” she asked.

”No-o,” said Nan a little doubtfully. ”But it is always just as well to be on the safe side.”

Together with other girls and boys and men and women, all, like themselves, on pleasure bent, the girls made their way down to the lobby of the great hotel. Seeing nothing of Walter there, they rather timidly stepped out upon the veranda.

The size of it made them gasp, and for a moment they just stood staring stupidly at the seemingly endless vista of chairs and tables and people--Nan and the others were sure there were millions of people.

They might have stood there forever, had not Nan become suddenly aware of the admiring glances of several of the crowd that thronged the piazza. For the four modishly dressed girls formed a very pretty and striking picture.

”Let's sit down or something--everybody is staring at us,” she whispered to Rhoda, but at that moment Rhoda caught sight of Walter and waved a commanding hand.

”So here you are,” said the boy, his face lighting up with pleasure at the unexpected sight of the girls. ”Right this way, ladies. Say,” he added, as they started down the steps together, ”you're looking great, girls. It isn't every fellow who has the chance to escort four pippins at Palm Beach.”

”Pippins!” repeated Grace emphatically, while the others giggled. ”You know that's vulgar, Walter.”

”Vulgar or not, it's the truth,” said Walter cheerfully. ”Isn't this some garden?” he went on.

The Royal Poinciana Hotel was set in a tropical paradise of gorgeous flowers and shrubs and trees, the beauty of which no one who has not seen it can imagine.

One tree in particular caught Nan's eye and she pointed it out eagerly.

”Look at that gorgeous thing,” she cried. ”What is it, Walter--a shrub or a tree or a flower, or a mixture of all of them?”

”That's the Royal Poinciana tree,” explained Walter. ”It is a beauty, isn't it? The hotel is named for the tree, you know.”

They wandered on again, exclaiming at every step, so happy and excited that more than one person in pa.s.sing turned to look after them with an indulgent smile.

There were the golf links between the two hotels, and men who ”looked old enough to know better,” to quote Bess, were wandering over the velvet green sward with faithful caddies trailing along in the rear.

”I don't see what possible fun they can find in just batting a foolish little ball about,” was Nan's comment, and Rhoda turned to her with a laugh.