"My precious Goldenrod!" cried the Countess of Heliotrope, "I fear she will catch it!"
"You'd better have her vaccinated at once. It's a sure cure."
"I will. But let us go inside, the sea-breeze is too strong out here."
The game seemed full of possibilities, and the tourists were still playing it when dinner time came.
So they pretended it was the ship's dining-saloon to which they went, and Mrs. Spencer and Miss Hart were strangers, passengers whom they had not yet met.
The game once explained to Miss Hart, she grasped it at once, and played her part to perfection.
"I should think," she said, finally, "that some such game as this would be a fine way to study geography!"
"Now what can she mean by that?" thought Marjorie.