“Humph!” grumbled Helen.
“Now, Helen Cameron!” gasped Ruth, “are you going to be foolish enough to refuse to be taken off this island by Chessleigh Copley?”
“Didn’t say I was.”
“And don’t be unkind to him!” pleaded Ruth.
“You seem so terribly fond of him that I guess he won’t mind how I treat him.”
“You know better,” Ruth told her admonishingly. “Chess thinks a great deal of you, while you treat him too unkindly for utterance.”
“He’d better not think of me too much,” said Helen scornfully. “His head won’t stand it. Tom says ’Lasses never was strong in the deeper strata of college learning.”
Ruth was not to be drawn into any controversy. She called to the young man when, dressed in flannels and standing at his wheel and engine, he came into view.
“Hurrah! Here’s good luck!” shouted Chess, swerving the bow of the Lauriette in toward the island instantly.
“Hurrah! Glad you think it’s good luck,” said Helen sulkily. “I guess you never were marooned.”