“He says,” she exclaimed eagerly, “that he is going to the camp at Siskowit where mine brother is. I do so wish to see him.”
“Is he coming back?” Florence asked.
“Tomorrow night.”
“Let her go,” said Dave. “She’ll catch up with us somewhere.”
So the happy Katie went gliding away through the dawn with her new-found friend. She had dinner that day with her brother and his companions at camp. That night, fired with enthusiasm by the talk of the boys who had only words of praise for the Wanderer and her crew, she returned to Rock Harbor in plenty of time to take up her duties.
CHAPTER XI
ASHES IN THEIR HAIR
To our good pals, Florence and Jeanne, who had been so tossed about by the waves of old Superior in his worst mood, nothing could have been more delightful than the interlude that followed.
“Contrast!” Florence exclaimed, as, after a refreshing bath, she welcomed the clean coolness of linen sheets. “It is contrast that makes living such a joy. Half the night we tumble about in the dark, the other half we rest in the most perfect of summer lodges.”
“Yes,” Jeanne agreed. “Tomorrow we dream by an open fire. And next day—who knows?”
Who indeed!