“We’re going,” he had told them, “to the shore.” “Father?” “Cape May,” he said. “I’ve made arrangements. A little sea and salt will do us all good.” He’d set the date for the third week in August, he said, to coincide with the Carvers’ vacation. They’d take the ferry at Market Street and board the West Jersey line in Camden, to be met at the shore line by Danny, whose livery carriage would take them anywhere they wanted. Horse hooves on seashells, Katherine thought, taking to the idea at once. Promenades at high tide. The cool shelter of the beach cabin when the sun was at its harshest. Games of tenpins in the alley, and the smell of cigars in the morning, and all those Gypsy hats and flannel suits, the sound of moccasins on the hard, gray sand, corn fresh from the stalk. “Cape May,” Katherine said, while Anna repeated, “Father?” until Mother said, “It will be lovely,” settling the question without the slightest enthusiasm. “I’ve booked two rooms at Congress Hall,”
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