“We’re going to stay as long as anybody—and say good-bye,” retorted Elizabeth, fearing she would miss some fun.
The two chiefly concerned in saying farewells thought this persistence worthy of a greater if not a better object. But they consented to the delay of the return party and in its own good time the “City of Rockland” bore down upon the landing. Then the young folks had the gratification of positively knowing by evidence of their own sight, that their guardians were well out of the way for a time.
“Oh, gee! we won’t do a thing while we’re boss!” sighed Billy, with a great sense of the time before him.
“Some fun—I should say!” ejaculated Paul, while Dudley whistled a medley of many tunes and fox-trots and tangos.
“But the Island Chief rules! Remember!” threatened Fred.
While on the way to Rosemary, the Islanders discussed the fact that fine weather broke the hoo-doo of Trixie’s rain jinx.
“But it hoo-dooed her in another way—my! but she was green on that carousel!” laughed Billy.
“I never thought Trix could look so sick!” added Dudley.
“I wasn’t sick a bit! I was only dizzy—only my head!” defended Trixie, valiantly.
The boys laughed teasingly and Elizabeth looked off at the horizon while groping for her poetic medium.