It was while the Yucatan was steaming into the harbor of Acapulco, the first Mexican port at which they were to touch, that Mrs. Sebastian related some of the history of the revolution-torn republic.
“I have always been greatly interested in Mexico,” she told the girls, as the three leaned over the rail this morning. “I have spent several years in the country. I have friends here in Acapulco, and I shall make an effort to see them while here. Would you care to go with me?”
“We would love to,” declared Shirley, “but I don’t know whether Dad will consent to our going without him.”
“We shall see,” returned Mrs. Sebastian. “I can promise you a dinner that you will never forget. Nowhere outside of Mexico can you get real Mexican food, and it will be something to remember.”
Colonel Ashton, Mr. Willing and Dick now joined the others on deck, and Shirley asked for permission to accompany Mrs. Sebastian.
Mr. Willing appeared somewhat dubious, but Mrs. Sebastian also asked him to consent.
“I’ll promise to return them to you safely,” she said with a smile.
“In that event, I shall give my consent to their going, madam,” returned Colonel Ashton gallantly.
“And I,” agreed Mr. Willing.
“Thanks so much,” said Mrs. Sebastian, “and I’ll go and ask Captain Anderson just how long we shall remain here.”