“O, I don’t know that it’s so funny. Think how many Dorothys we have in school, and several Marys. Richard is a family name with us, but Lilian says her brother was named Richard just because they liked the name.”
As they talked, the girls moved away from the cave, swung themselves off the shelf to the boulders and picked their way homeward, stopping at the sandy beach, where the bath houses were, for their dip. Rosy and glowing, they went happily toward the Hall a little later.
“Shall we tell the girls about our ‘cave man’?” asked Isabel.
“Suppose we don’t yet; O, you might as well tell Avalon, but we ought not to get up any excitement about it. None of the girls are likely to go there. I’ll ask Cathalina what she thinks about it.”
“We’ll have to hurry a little to dress for dinner, I’m thinking. Aren’t you glad that we didn’t have to wait and wait, as I thought we were going to be forced to do. Luckily the job the cave man had to do was almost done when we arrived. Did you see his face?”
“Yes,” said Betty hesitatingly, “but only for a moment. He was looking the other way when he went back to the cave.”
“He was young and good-looking,” said Isabel, “and I think that one of the men in the boat was the one that we saw in the rowboat that day when we had the beach party.”
“Do you?” queried Betty.
“Yes, his eyes looked the same, but of course I’m not sure.”
“Thank fortune they didn’t see us this time!”