“Six grey stones at the water’s edge,” repeated Hilary in a sepulchral tone.
“Now Hilary, don’t laugh! Honest, don’t you think he could have done it?”
“How should I know?”
“O, Hilary, I think you’re mean.”
“Because I don’t add my imagination to yours?”
“Look, girls,” said Rhoda as they turned to come back. “There comes the Virginian. We’ll get her waves. Don’t you just love to go up and down?”
“That is nothing to what we shall do in the deep sea fishing next week,” said Marjorie. “They say we go ’way out and anchor, and bob up and down while we pull in the monsters of the deep!”
The Virginia saluted the Aeolus with three long blasts, and Aeolus not to be outdone in courtesy returned the salute through a long tin horn, while the girls called “Rah, rah, Virginian!”
CHAPTER XVIII
WHO’LL WIN THE PRIZE?
“O, Lil-i-an!”