Hugh took no notice of her remarks, but handed the girls into the boat, threw the shawls on a seat, and shoved off.
"I hope the wind will rise a little," said Dexie, as they seated themselves. "You will find it rather tiresome to row all the time."
"We will catch a slight breeze after we get out a bit," replied Hugh.
But Gussie no sooner felt the motion of the boat than she repented her decision in coming. She was a veritable coward on the water; the least ripple made her shrink with fear, and nothing but her anxiety to keep Hugh and Dexie apart would have allowed her to overcome her dread. But once on the water, fear and sickness overmastered all else.
"Oh! do be careful!" she cried in alarm, as Hugh stepped forward to adjust the sail, causing the little craft to dip slightly on one side.
"No danger, Gussie," said Dexie; "the boat will not tip as easily as you suppose."
"But do you not think it is getting rough?" she asked, as a slight ripple came towards them. "Oh! I wish I had not come. Do let us go back."
"The idea! Why, we have not been out ten minutes," said Dexie, who thoroughly enjoyed the motion that sent the color from Gussie's face. "Gussie, are you frightened, or sick?" she added, looking into her sister's face.
"Both. Do ask Hugh to return; I am in misery."