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When Betty caught up with her friends, their comments were not unlike her own. “Betty’s always having adventures,” said Isabel. “Here am I, longing for romance and adventure, and nothing happens.”

“You were almost drowned last year,” suggested Betty.

“Yes, but I was unconscious all the time I was being rescued and missed all the thrills.”

“Mercy, child! You were welcome to all Cathalina and I had!” remarked Hilary.

“If it had only been good form for Mrs. Norris and us girls to get acquainted with some of those nice boys in the boat, life would not seem so barren,” sighed Isabel, with pretended sorrow.

“You very well know that you were the first to leave, and would have been horrified at the thought of talking to them!” exclaimed Cathalina, taking Isabel seriously.

“Perhaps, gentle mentor,” said Isabel, putting her arm about Cathalina.

“I would not love a sailor lad,

However bright his e’e;

A deck would have his roving feet,

No hearth-stane warm, with me!”

“Set that to music, Lilian, and sing it to Betty.”