"I never make any suggestions that aren't good," he replied. "Come along, Betty. It's a crime to waste a minute of this wonderful night."
"May we, Mrs. Irving?" queried Betty, smiling up at their chaperon, who was the same who had shared their adventures, during that other eventful summer on Pine Island. "You know you love canoeing as much as the rest of us."
"Of course we'll all go," Mrs. Irving assented readily. "Only we've had a long day, and mustn't stay out too late."
"I speak for Mrs. Irving in my canoe!" called out Betty.
"No, mine!" "Ours!" were other cries.
Merrily the girls ran into the house to pick up the wraps which were always necessary on the water at night, and in another minute they had rejoined the boys.
"Are you glad I enlisted, Betty?" queried Allen, laying a hand on
Betty's arm, and holding her back.
"Glad?" answered Betty, looking up at him with eyes that shone in the starlight. "Yes, I'm glad that you knew the only right thing to do, and I'm glad that you did it so promptly. But, Allen—"
"Yes?" he queried, finding her little hand and holding it tight.
"I—I'm like George Washington, I guess," she evaded, looking up at him with a crooked little smile.