"We're going to sail through the islands to-day," Patty announced at breakfast. "At noon we'll stop somewhere and cook lunch. There are lots of lovely places. We might have a little service, too. I think Miss North would like it. Angela can read the prayers and the lesson for the day and we'll sing our favorite hymns. And then I thought it would be nice, if we have time, to have a sort of farewell meeting of the Lambs—we won't be together much longer, you know."
Something rose in Patty's throat that prevented further speech, and her eyes filled suspiciously.
There was an awed silence for a moment, and then it was Blue Bonnet who spoke:
"I don't believe any of us could stand a last meeting, Patty. I hoped we wouldn't have any."
"But there's business," Sue insisted.
"Our vows and pledges for time to come," Wee supplemented.
"I move we write them and have them recorded, by our secretary, on the books," Annabel suggested. "I'm with Blue Bonnet. It's going to wrench my very soul to give up the Lambs. Oh, girls, I love you all so much, and maybe I'll never see any of you again after this year."
At this there was a general breakdown. Handkerchiefs played a more important part at the morning meal than the delicious bacon and fresh rolls that graced the table.
It was Wee Watts as usual who saved the day.
"Mercy on us, Annabel," she said with scorn, though the twitching of her lips belied her bravado, "any one would think we were all going to pass away, or go to live in a foreign country. I'm not. Indeed I have plans for visiting Nashville in the near future—to show the natives what a real Yankee looks like."