BETTY, WITH HER SLEEVES ROLLED BACK, WAS WHISKING AWAY AT SOMETHING IN A BOWL
“I wonder when the Careys will come,” Betty remarked, as they lingered over the coffee.
“I wish they’d never come,” said Hal. “I think it would be fine if we were really castaways, and nobody ever came to rescue us. Just like Robinson Crusoe and his Man Friday.”
“But we haven’t any goat,” said Betty, laughing. “The goat was one of the principal characters, you know.”
“Well, likely a goat would wander in some day. I say, can you sing?”
“Yes,” said Betty, smiling as she thought of how she had sung when she first entered the house; “I sing some songs pretty well.”
“I wager you do. Let’s go in by the piano and sing duets.”
“Didn’t you hear me singing this morning? I sat down at the piano when I first arrived.”
“No; I was out sketching. I only came in the house a few minutes before I found you.”