"I'm for bed," said Bobs.
"Let us all go," Jane suggested.
"It's outrageous of Althea!" exclaimed Mrs. Brendon.
"Isn't she always outrageous? That type so often is," remarked Bobs ingenuously.
They went to their rooms. At midnight Bobs went to Jane's door.
"I could kill him!" she said.
"Wouldn't do any good. Go back to bed and go to sleep," Jane ordered.
About half-past one Jerry appeared. He explained that they went off in the motor boat, and it broke down. When they finally landed, Althea slipped and turned her ankle.
"I had the devil's own time getting her home," he said crossly. "I'm sorry to waken you, Jane."
"No matter."