“I suppose so,” sighed Amy, but the troubled look did not leave her eyes.
“I’d hate to have Amy’s conscience,” chuckled Mollie to Betty, after they had left Amy at her door. “She’s a darling, of course, but she makes herself no end of trouble worrying about other people. If she could help any by worrying, it would be different.”
Betty nodded, but her eyes also were thoughtful.
In a few minutes she was standing on her porch waving good-by to Mollie as the big car sped up the block and turned the corner.
“What a perfect day it’s been,” she sighed, as she turned to enter the house. “I do wish everybody could be as happy as we girls are.” By this it may be seen that the Little Captain, like Amy, was still thinking of the little old lady who sold embroideries through the Woman’s Exchange.
CHAPTER VII
THE DEATH OF A CLIENT
The next few days were crowded with final preparations for the trip. Although the girls had assured themselves that there would be “nothing to do” to get ready, they found, as usual, that there was a great deal more to do than they had counted on.
But at last everything was ready, the last utensil packed, and the last “canned heat” can crammed into its appointed place. The Gem had been overhauled by loving hands, its decks “swabbed” and its brasses scoured till they shone like gold.
And as they stood regarding their work and realized that at last everything was finished, Mollie proposed that they all come over to her house that evening for a little farewell party, they being scheduled to start early the following morning.