make up for my blunder."

"Oh, don't be distressed," consoled Betty. "Any of us might have made
the same mistake. It was only an accident, Grace dear."

"Well, I seem fated to have accidents lately. There was poor little
Dodo---- "

"Not your fault at all!" exclaimed Mollie, promptly. "I'll not allow
you to blame yourself for her accident. It was those motorists, if
any-one, and I'm not sure they were altogether to blame. Anyhow, I'm
sure Dodo will be cured after the operation."

"I hope so," murmured Grace.

The appetizing odor of bacon and eggs came from the little galley,
mingled with the aromatic foretaste of coffee. Aunt Kate was busy
inside. The girls were laughing out in the cabin, or on the lowered
after-deck. It was the next morning-- which makes all the difference
in the world.

"I'm afraid we're going to have a shower today," observed Amy,
musingly, as she looked up at the sky. A light fog hung over the
river.

"Will you ever forget the awful shower that kept us in the deserted
house all night?" asked Betty, as she arranged her hair. "I mean when
we were on our walking trip," she added, looking for a ribbon that had
floated, like a rose petal, under her shelf-dresser.