tell of last night's adventure? But the chaperon was not looking at
her. She was smiling at Phil, Lillian and Eleanor.

"Well, out with it, Miss Jones," laughed Phil. "What is the
confession?"

"It is a foolish one, perhaps. I hate the name of 'Jones.' I have
despised it all my life. There, that is my confession. Won't you
girls please call me something else while we are having our holiday
together? I know Madge can find a name for me." She looked rather
timidly at Madge.

The girl blushed, though she felt vastly relieved at Miss Jones's
confession. "What do you wish us to call you? I saw your initials in
some of your books, 'J. A. Jones,' so we might call you Jenny Ann
Jones, because, when Nellie and I were children, we used to play an old
nursery game: 'We're going to see Miss Jenny Ann Jones, Miss Jenny Ann
Jones, and how is she to-day?'" Madge's explanation ended with a song.

Miss Jones laughed. "My name is worse than Jenny Ann, it is Jemima
Ann."

"It isn't pretty," agreed Phyllis, with a shake of the head. "Girls,
what shall we call our chaperon? And we have never named our
houseboat, either. We have a day's work ahead of us. We must think of
names for both of them."

"Wouldn't 'Miss Ann' do?" Eleanor asked.

"I think Ann is such a pretty name."