Everybody laughed at Helen’s theory.
“What do you know about such things, my child?” asked Mary loftily. “Did you ever go to walk with a man and get lost?”
“Oh, no,” answered Helen simply. “I don’t know any men. But I have noticed.”
“Well, they’ve had a week.” Mary smiled reminiscently. “You can do a lot in a week,” she announced with a finality that closed the discussion.
CHAPTER XV
A RÔLE FOR THE HERO
“The trouble with this novel,” said Mary Brooks, “is that the hero can’t seem to get any chance.“
The girls were sitting on the Colonial’s piazza after breakfast, their chairs drawn into a confidential circle in a retired nook close to the water’s edge. Farther back Mr. and Mrs. Wales and Miss Hale were talking with a family of Spanish-Americans that Mr. and Mrs. Wales had met at almost every stop they had made in their West Indian cruise. Dr. Eaton was playing clock-golf on the lawn with a group of men.