"I'm not joking," said Marian.
"Explain then."
Marian did explain. At the end of her explanation Lucile agreed to go as Marian's traveling companion and tent-keeper. In two weeks her school work would be finished. It would be a strange, a delightful summer. Their enthusiasm grew as they talked about it. Long after they should have been asleep they were still making plans for this, their most wonderful adventure.
"But how'll we go over?" exclaimed Lucile suddenly.
"Gasoline schooner, I suppose."
"I'd hate to trust any men I know who run those crafts," said Marian thoughtfully.
Lucile considered a moment.
"Native skin-boat, then."
"That would be rather thrilling—to cross from the new world into the old in a skin-boat."
"And safe enough too," said Marian. "Did you ever hear of a native boat being lost at sea?"