“I guess there’s a good deal in that, Mary,” declared Bob. “Stories that don’t have any adventures in them are always about stupid people.”
“Then,” said Madeline, “we must be stupid people, for we haven’t had anything yet that can be called an adventure, and in two days we sail for home.”
“We’ve had an awfully good time though,” amended Eleanor.
“And Helen Chase Adams has improved her mind a lot,” added Babe, “and she has also improved the way she does up her hair.”
“Nevertheless,” said Mary, “I shall always regret it if the merry match-making part falls through.”
“Girls,” said Madeline gravely, “it is clearly our duty to save President Brooks’s feelings. Who will volunteer to throw herself in front of one of these crazy Nassau horses, or to fall from the lookout at Fort Charlotte, or tumble down the Queen’s Staircase behind Fort Fincastle, or——”
“Jump into the swimming-pool,” suggested Bob.
“Or off the yacht,” added Eleanor.
“Or get lost at night up in Grant’s Town,” put in Babbie.
“That’s enough,” interrupted Madeline severely. “You get the idea. Now, who will be the victim?”