“Oh! you don’t suppose she will try to make trouble for us ashore?” Ruth cried.
“I will see that she does not. I will speak to the officers who I expect are awaiting the boat’s arrival. They have already communicated with us by wireless about that boy.”
“Wireless!” cried Helen. “And we didn’t know you had it aboard. I certainly would have thanked Tom for those roses. And then, Ruth! Just think of telegraphing by wireless!”
“Sorry you missed that, young ladies. The instrument is in Room Seventy,” said the purser, bustling away.
“‘Too late! too late! the villain cried!’” murmured Helen. “We missed that.”
“Never mind,” said Ruth, smiling. “If we go back to New York by boat we can hang around the wireless telegraph room all the time and you can send messages to all your friends.”
“No I can’t,” said Helen shortly.
“Why not?”
“Because I won’t have any money left by that time,” Helen declared ruefully. “Goodness! how much it does cost to travel.”
“It does, I guess, if you practise such generosity as you have practised,” said Ruth. “Do use a little judgment, Helen. You tip recklessly, and you buy everything you see.”