“Bet your life I didn’t,” said Phil. “How I found the place I don’t know—must have been a sort of instinct, I guess. Here you are, Mother.”
Then there was a great noise and rattle as the gangplank was pulled up, and a moment later the great ship began to draw away ever so slowly and majestically, and the great whistle shrieked a blatant blast of farewell to the shouting, cheering, handkerchief-waving crowd on the wharf.
“Lucy,” whispered Evelyn, squeezing her friend’s arm so tightly that it hurt, “did you ever see anything like it?”
CHAPTER XII
MONSIEUR CHARLOIX
“What’s the matter, Lucy? You look so—funny——”
It was the morning of the second day out and the three girls were leaning against the rail, gazing dreamily out over the boundless expanse of ocean. They wore natty white middy suits and, with floppy little sailor hats shading flushed cheeks and laughing eyes, they made an alluringly picturesque little group that had attracted much attention from their fellow-passengers.
“I’m glad you think so,” said Lucile, dryly, in response to Jessie’s question. “If I look the way I feel I must be a very laughable object!”