temper, but I hardly said a word to Miss Jenny Ann. Please tell me
what fun we could have on our holiday if we never dared to go ten feet
away from the houseboat?"

"None whatever," answered Lillian, "only you needn't be so cross with
Phil and me. We were not discussing your faults. You are altogether
too ready to become angry over a trifle." There was indignation and
reproof in Lillian's tone.

Madge plied her oars in silence. She knew that she had behaved badly.
"Isn't it exactly like me?" she thought to herself. "If I am sweet and
agreeable one minute, and feel pleased with myself, I can surely count
on doing something disagreeable the next. Now I have made Lillian and
Phil cross with me and probably have hurt Miss Jenny Ann's feelings and
spoiled this beautiful day for us all."

Eleanor's soft voice broke in upon her self-arraignment. "Don't
squabble, girls. The day is altogether too perfect. None of you are
really cross. Now, are you?"

Three pairs of eyes met hers, then the little dispute ended in a
general laugh.

Madge and Phil rowed faster than ever after this little falling out.
They could see the shores of Fisherman's Island not far ahead, with
several dories and small fishing craft anchored along the banks. They
were heading toward an open beach, where there was no sign of life.

"Girls, look out!" warned Lillian. She was sitting in the bow of their
skiff, and could see another rowboat moving toward them, the two pairs