"I see him now. He doesn't see us, though. Possibly he doesn't know where his stateroom is. These boats are very confusing. I'll go fetch him."
Blake disappeared in the throngs upon the deck. Muriel turned to her mother.
"Mother," she implored.
"Yes, dear?"
"Why can't we go, too, mother dear?"
"We must stay to care for Aunt Elinor."
"But she has a doctor and two nurses now," protested the child.
"But," returned her mother, smiling, "that isn't like one's own family."
The child was for a moment sunk deep in thought most serious.
"But why must both of us stay?" she asked, at length. Then, suddenly: