A shrug of the shoulders was Nathalie's only answer, and starting up she crossed over, and stood before Farr, where he sat at Jean's side.
"You have been very good and patient," she assured him with a mischievous twinkle in her brown eyes, "and now I am going to reward you by unpacking the luncheon hamper."
"That's a good idea," cried Dick; "I am almost starved to death."
"What delicious salad," exclaimed Churchill a few moments later, as they sat about the open hamper. "Miss Helen, you are a culinary artist."
Helen smiled her thanks.
"May I not sit by you, Eleanor," pleaded Clifford Archer, dropping down on the deck at her side. "With you near me I could never know hunger or thirst."
"Nonsense," frowning on him in seeming disapproval. "I think your appetite is one which stands you in good stead."
He was a handsome youth, graceful in the extreme. It was a constant source of annoyance to Eleanor Hill that she found him so charming, for, she often assured herself, there was nothing to the boy but his good looks and perfect manners. But who will dare to say that these are nothing?
"I do hope there are plenty of sandwiches," sighed Nan, as she sat eating her fourth.
Dick tipped up the plate, depositing a dozen or more in her lap.