"It looks that way," responded Thinkright.
"And you don't know what he could possibly mean by that poetical name, do you?"
"I haven't an idea," returned her companion, well pleased that such was the case, for he could see that otherwise it might go hard with him.
"And I daresay you're quite as bewitched with her as Calvin," pursued Miss Lacey curiously.
"I'm under her little thumb, but luckily she doesn't know it," was the reply.
"Well, I think it's high time I came over to get acquainted with her myself," remarked Miss Martha.
"High time, Martha," returned Thinkright, smiling. "It's high time you got in the game."
CHAPTER XVIII
HAWK ISLAND