“If this young man is anxious to get back,” put in Miss Campbell, “don’t detain him, please. We shall be delighted to take you home later in our boat, if you care to come ashore, and your friend, too.”
Georgiana flushed with pleasure. She was a pale thin girl with a rather plain face and sad dark eyes.
“I should love to come,” she said, looking wistfully at the Motor Maids. “I have no friends here.”
“Will you come, too?” asked Miss Campbell hospitably of the boy who wore glasses.
“Do come, Edward,” cried Georgiana, and the other Edward started at hearing his name called out.
The boy took off his slouch hat diffidently.
“Are you sure there will be room in the boat?” he asked.
“Plenty,” said the other Edward.
“I believe I will come,” he said with a shy eagerness that the girls noticed at once.
“Take your friends ashore,” commanded Miss Campbell sternly to Clarence, “and then you need not trouble about them further. They will be our guests.”