"Why!" cried Marjory, "there are people getting into Captain Berry's skiff."
"I think," said Jean, a moment later, "that the man is Mr. Saunders; but I don't know the lady—I can't see her face."
"She looks young," said Marjory, with a sigh of relief. "Too young to be Aunty Jane. Just at first—Ugh! I was scared—Oh! It's——"
"Why!" cried Billy, springing suddenly to his feet and rushing straight toward the landing place, "it's Miss Blossom!"
"Miss Blossom!" gasped Jean, gazing in open-eyed amazement at the others.
"Miss Blossom!" echoed Mabel.
"Miss Blossom!" breathed Bettie. "Oh! Look at Billy! It really is Miss Blossom, and he knows her!"
It certainly looked as if Billy, the unknown castaway, had found a friend; for, not waiting for the boat to land, he had rushed into the water (it was shallow, you remember, for a long distance) and had seized the surprised young woman in a bearlike hug.
"Miss Blossom! Miss Blossom!" he cried, hopefully. "What is my name?"