"Nor I," said Marjory.
"I'm going to stay forever," declared Henrietta.
"As for me," said Mabel, "I feel as if I'd only just got here!"
"You don't look it," said Henrietta; "there's a suspiciously dark ring about your neck, your wrists are black, and you're fairly bursting out between your buttons."
"Well," retorted Mabel, "there isn't much use in taking a bath when you haven't any soap or towels or clean clothes. You just wait till my—gracious!"
"What's the matter?" asked Jean; for over Mabel's plump and not over-clean countenance had spread a look of blank dismay.
"I never asked for a thing but bananas," groaned the youngest member of Mr. Black's flock.
"You can string the skins and wear those," suggested Henrietta, wickedly, for she delighted in teasing Mabel. "You've seen pictures of Fiji Islanders, haven't you? Well, no doubt you'll come to that."
"Never mind," soothed Jean, the peacemaker. "Mother always sends a lot more of everything than anybody needs; so perhaps I'll be able to lend you a thing or two. I'd do anything to stay."
"How is it with you, Sarah?" asked Mr. Black. "Do you want to go home?"