“Indeed not!”
Mickey was conferring with the captain of the marines, and the Greycliff janitor and his wife, with bags and bundles, hastily packed, were going into the house, where they would stay a few days, or until some one could be found to run the farm. “We’ll send ye a couple o’ hired men tomorry,” said Mickey to the janitor, as he left their dooryard to go back to the boat.
Donald went with the party to the boat, helped Betty into a comfortable seat and said his farewells with rather a sober face.
“Keep out of danger, Betty,” said he.
“I will. I wish I could ask the same of you, but I wouldn’t be very patriotic, would I?”
Several interested marines joined Donald and watched the Greycliff and the girls disappear over the white caps.
Betty, too, watched Donald as long as she could see him, then turned her attention to her friends, who were looking at her with affection.
“I look like a battered war casualty, don’t I?”
“Not very much battered, but pretty pale. You have been through enough to kill you. Weren’t you frightened terribly?” asked Cathalina.
“My fall dulled my intellect, I guess,” laughed Betty. “I was frightened several times and then I got used to it. Was any word sent to father?”