“I meant to get a picture of that funny little hotel ’bus,” said Marjorie. “Is that our boat? Isn’t it cute?”
“You’ll be the death of me yet,” laughed Jean, “A steam-boat cute!”
“What’s its name?” continued Marjorie undisturbed.
“The Toronto; see?”
“Salve, Toronto! Vale, Toronto!” remarked Hilary.
“What does that mean?” asked June.
“It means ‘hail, Toronto,’ the boat, and ‘farewell, Toronto,’ the city.”
As they came nearer the dock, some one jumped out of a taxi and waved. It was Betty at last.
“Why, Betty,—all alone?”
“Yes, Miss West, company came unexpectedly. I had a time to get packed up at all. But fortunately Auntie had bought my tickets yesterday, and my trunk came down this morning. I have been thinking of you all and could hardly wait to see you, but Auntie said that you would be taking in the city anyway. That was to console me.”