“What has then?” demanded Roberta incredulously.
“I don’t know,” said Betty, “only I’m sure it’s all a lot more complicated than Mary and the rest of you think. In novels people may fall in love that way, but not in real life.”
Roberta considered for a moment. “Well, anyhow it will make a beautiful story,” she declared at last. “Mary is going to write it on the steamer, and we are going to illustrate it with the pictures we’ve taken.”
“What a grand idea!” cried Betty, jumping up as briskly as if she had not just escaped drowning. “And now let’s go and try all the queer fruit before somebody says that it’s time to go.”
CHAPTER XVI
BACK TO WORK
The end of the Nassau visit had come at last, much too soon to suit Betty Wales and the rest of “The Merry Hearts.”
“Everything lovely always ends so soon,” Betty lamented, as she stood by the deck-railing between Madeline and Mary Brooks and looked back across the shimmering bay to catch a last glimpse of the sunny little city, half hidden in its circle of tall palms.