"You haven't told us anything yet," said her father. "Who is she?"
"Annie Crossfox."
"I had a look at her," said Bill. "She's mighty good-looking! Don't see why she couldn't wait to receive our thanks."
Kitty, looking at him sharply, saw the untoward, eager light in his dark eyes, and became suddenly thoughtful. A reason for Nahnya's abrupt departure occurred to her.
"She will bring the boat back to our camp," she said quietly. "Just as soon as she can get her own boat. She promised me!"
"But Dick and I will be gone then," grumbled Bill. "If we've got such a good-looking neighbour I want——"
Kitty interrupted him. "She saved my life," she repeated with a direct look. "She is my friend."
"What of it?" said Bill, beginning a great parade of innocence. He caught his little sister's eye and saw something new there—knowledge. He had the grace to drop his own gaze and blush a little. Bill was an honest youth.