As the Captain backed to the door of the bungalow, he remarked in farewell, “I must be goin’ across the bay, now, to take an invitation to your uncle and aunt.”
“I s’pose Mrs. Charlton will take me back home with her to-night, so I may as well be packing my suit-case,” grumbled Trixie, dolefully.
“Yes, I suppose so! I believe Mrs. Charlton has planned a motor trip for you,” added Mrs. Remington.
“I wish Trixie could stay with us all summer, mother,” sighed Elizabeth.
“Well, we must have her over again very soon, dear,” replied Mrs. Remington.
“Oh, I wish you would! But I ought to have a better camp outfit—my checked skirt is the only suitable article I really have for the boat or outdoor fun,” said Trixie.
The entire party trooped down to see Captain Benton off and while he embarked the supper bell rang from the bungalow doorway. Then there was a race on the course from the float-stage to the table. As usual, when it was a question of eating, Paul came in first.
That evening, the moonlight was so beautiful that Fred proposed a row around the Island. Everybody accepted without hesitation and the two boats were soon gliding through the water in the silvery track of the moon.
The merry voices of the young singers in the party sounded far over the calm bay and roused Uncle Bill’s mastiff. No doubt the dog heard and recognised the voices of his little pals of the Island. The baying of Nelson then brought the plaintive “baa-baas” of the sheep on Islesboro and blended musically with the singing.
“Say, let’s call to Nelse!” suggested Billy, about to whistle when Miriam quickly stopped him.