Patty was up early, and when Ethelyn came downstairs, she found her cousin, with the aid of Mancy and Pansy, packing up what seemed to be luncheon enough for the whole party.
"Doesn't anybody else take anything ?" she inquired.
"Oh, yes," said Patty, "they all do.

I'm only taking cold chicken and stuffed eggs.

You've no idea what an appetite sailing gives you." Ethelyn looked very pretty in a yachting suit of white serge, while Patty's sailor gown was of more prosaic blue flannel, trimmed with white braid.
"That's a sweet dress, Ethelyn," said Patty, "but I'm awfully afraid you'll spoil it.

You know we don't go in a beautiful yacht, all white paint and polished brass; we go in a big old schooner that's roomy and safe but not overly clean." "Oh, it doesn't matter," said Ethelyn; "I dare say I shall spoil it, but I've nothing else that's just right to wear." "All aboard!" shouted a cheery voice, and Kenneth Harper's laughing face appeared in the doorway.
"Oh, good-morning!" cried Patty, smiling gaily back at him; "I'm so glad to see you.

This is my cousin, Miss St.Clair.Ethelyn, may I present Mr.Harper ?" Immediately Ethelyn assumed a coquettish and simpering demeanour.
"I've met Mr.Harper before," she said; "though I dare say he doesn't remember me." "Oh, yes, indeed I do," said Kenneth gallantly.