From the launches that bore away the visitors, the good-byes floated back to the group on shore. And loud and long was the chorus that came from Trixie and the Islanders on the float-stage, for the girl had been invited to remain and visit Elizabeth for a few days, and the young people were all delighted to have her with them.
The weather was very unsettled for the next few days, but that did not interfere with Trixie’s enjoyment. She sailed with Fred, fished with the others, and entered into all of the Island sports with an energy that quite won the admiration of the boys.
“Say, Trix, are you going to wear that checked skirt again to-day? I bet that’s what hoodoos the weather!” said Bill, one morning, seeing that the sun failed to shine.
“Yes, I am!”
“Then, we’ll postpone our walk on Isleboro, for every time you wear that skirt it rains,” continued Fred, teasingly.
“How ridiculous!”
“Nothing of the kind! If you just try another skirt for our sakes, I bet the sun will shine!” asserted Dudley, who saw the look exchanged between Fred and Bill.
“Well, I don’t believe in signs and hoodoos but to please you boys I will wear my short corduroy skirt—and it’s better anyway for walking through the woods,” admitted Trixie.
The boys knew it would be a fine day, and the mist that hid the sun would soon be dispelled, so they chuckled to themselves that Trixie would believe it was her change of skirt.
The walk on Islesboro was for the purpose of completing the tree and flower coups of the Pentagoet Tribe and incidentally the sail over to Crow Cove would be enjoyable and add mileage to Fred’s sailing.