"And I am pleased that you were so industrious as to pick all those berries," Uncle Dick put in his word.
Poor Mary felt very uncomfortable. "I am a wretchedly deceitful girl," she told herself. "Why can't I tell them the truth? But, oh, dear, it is harder to now than it was at first." So she summoned voice to say only, "Yes, I did have a real nice time. Green Island is almost as pretty as the Point, isn't it?"
"We don't think it is near so pretty," said Molly, loyally.
"But it is lovely," admitted Miss Ada. "I wish you could have seen Rocky Point, Mary; that is the wildest spot imaginable. Perhaps after a while you will get over your fear of being seasick and can go with us on another trip there."
"Oh, it is such a fine place to have supper," put in Polly. "We had a dear little fireplace, and it was so still you could imagine you were hundreds of miles away from a house, and there was nothing to disturb us——"
"Except ants and grasshoppers and mosquitoes," interrupted Uncle Dick.
"I'm sure there were very few of them," protested Molly. "Anyhow it was just fine, Mary, and you must be sure to go next time. We had the loveliest sail home through the sunset."
"Through the sunset," said Uncle Dick scornfully. "One would suppose we were in a balloon."
"Well, but it was sunset on the water, too," persisted Molly. "The sea was just as colorful as the sky."
"When anybody coins words like that I'm ready for bed," said Uncle Dick. And Mary, feeling that the subject of the afternoon's doings was exhausted, drew a breath of relief.