"Do you recognize that piece of land?" Mr. Emerson asked.
No one did.
"You don't recall West Point?"
"We're in the position now of the steamers and tugs we watched while we
were having our dinner at the hotel. Do you see the veranda of the
hotel? Up on the headland?"
They did, and they felt that they were in truth nearing home. The
remainder of the way was over familiar waters, and they called to mind
the historic tales that Roger and Mr. Emerson had told them on the
Memorial Day trip.
"We've seen so much history in the last week, though," declared Ethel
Blue, "that I don't believe I can ever realize that I'm living in the
twentieth century!"
CHAPTER XIII
HUNTING ARROW HEADS
The week after the home-coming from the Massachusetts trolley trip was
a time of busyness for the Ethels and Dorothy. Helen and Roger and the
grown-ups who had stayed at home had to be made familiar with every
step of the way, and the whole long history lesson that they had had
was reviewed especially for Helen's benefit. She looked up battle
after battle in large histories in the library and was so full of
questions as to how this place and that looked that the girls regretted
that they had not taken a kodak so that they might have gratified her
curiosity by showing her pictures of all the historical spots in their
modern garb.
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