“Will you come to my room?” she repeated.
“Surely I will—if you think they’ll let me.”
“Who?”
“Why, the steamboat people,” said Cynthia.
“I guess they won’t stop us. But we’d better not let anybody see us together. When the boat gets to Marbury, somebody may remember having seen you with me, and then they’ll suspect where you are hidden,” said the practical Beth.
“My aunt! so they will,” admitted Cynthia.
“So we’ll go singly. Don’t let the stewardess see you,” said Beth, warningly. “I’ll go first. You’ll surely follow?”
“Of course I will,” said the other girl, warmly.
“And no trying to go overboard—into a boat or not?” added Beth, smiling.
“I’m afraid now,” confessed the other. “You’ve scared me.”