“And properly proud of Ruthie!” exclaimed Helen, squeezing her chum’s hand.
“Don’t throw too many bouquets,” laughed Ruth. “It was not I that tore Jennie’s cape out of the propeller. I merely obeyed the skipper’s orders.”
“She is a regular Cheerful Grig again, isn’t she?” demanded Jennie, beaming on Ruth.
“I have been a wet blanket on this party long enough. I just begin to realize how very unpleasant I have been——”
“Not that, Mademoiselle!” objected Henri.
“But yes! Hereafter I will be cheerful. Life is worth living after all!”
Tom, who sat next to her at table (he usually managed to do that) smiled at Ruth approvingly.
“Bravo!” he whispered. “There are other scenarios to write.”
“Tom!” she whispered sharply, “I want to tell you something about that.”
“About what?”