“All right,” agreed Frances; “but let’s all stay together for a minute—till Ruth and Lily come back with the mail.”
“A real bed!” exclaimed Marjorie, removing her shoes and throwing herself upon it. “It does seem like luxury now, doesn’t it?” she remarked.
“And such a lot of space to dress in!” added Doris.
“And hot water for a bath!” put in Ethel.
The girls were indeed tremendously elated over the prospect of hot baths, leisurely dressing, and a dinner which they did not need prepare or clear away. For fifteen minutes they lay on the beds, chatting happily, and resting. So absorbed were they in their conversation, that they did not notice their captain’s absence until she returned.
“I have phoned about your canoe, Marjorie,” she said, upon entering. “A very nice sounding voice told me that it could be fixed by tomorrow morning. I sent the key up by the servant.”
Marjorie jumped up guiltily at the words of her officer.
“Oh, Miss Phillips, I’m sorry,” she apologized; “I ought to have done it myself. But——”
“Never mind,” laughed the captain. “It wasn’t really any trouble. And I’m glad it’s arranged. Now all you have to do is to enjoy yourselves.”
Their conversation was interrupted by the appearance of Ruth and Lily. Their hands were filled with letters, and their eyes sparkled with pleasure.