had risen out of the waves of the bay overnight. One side lay close
along a quiet shore. Overhead the leaves of a willow tree stirred in
the wind, and the birds twittered in its branches. The rosy flush was
just fading out of the sky. Dawn had come only a short time before,
and the wind, the waves and the birds were the only things stirring so
early in the morning. There was not a sound or a movement aboard the
odd vessel that was moored to the shore.

Along the shore sped the slender figure of a girl. It was a part of
the morning. Her blue frock was the color of the sky and her auburn
hair had been touched by the sun, and on her radiant face lay the glory
of youth.

Of course, it was Madge! She did not stop when she first spied her
houseboat between the branches of the willow tree. She gave a little
gasp, and ran on faster than ever. A moment later she came alongside
her boat, which was only about three feet from the shore. Madge had
not practised running and jumping in the gymnasium at school and on the
old farm in Virginia for nothing. She gave one flying leap and landed
on the deck of her houseboat. Then she stood perfectly still, a little
song of gratitude welling from the depth of her happy heart.

"Perhaps it was not fair in me to have run away from Eleanor," she
mused. "But then Nellie is such a sleepy-head, she never would have
wished to get up so early. And I did want to see the boat alone, just
for a moment. I am not going to look into the cabin, though. I am
going to wait for the other girls----"

A stone went whizzing by Madge's ear at this moment, causing her
soliloquy to come to an abrupt end.