"Very likely. Having seen him it would have been better for you to ask advice before you invited him. He was the picture of happiness when he appeared but--we must get rid of him right away. He must be put ash.o.r.e at once."

"But, Aunt Betty, I invited him. _Invited_ him, don't you see? How can a Calvert tell a guest to go home again after that?"

Mrs. Calvert laughed. This was quoting her own precepts against herself, indeed. But she was really disturbed at the way their trip was beginning and felt it was time "to take the helm" herself. So she stood up and quietly announced:

"This is my table. I invite Mrs. Bruce to take the end chair, opposite me. Aurora and Mabel, the wall seats on one side; Dorothy and Elsa, the other side, with Elsa next to me, so that she may be well looked after.

"Captain Hurry, the other table is yours. Arrange it as you choose."

She reseated herself amid a profound silence; but one glance into her face convinced the old Captain that here was an authority higher than his own. The truth was that he had been unduly elated by Dorothy's invitation and her sincere admiration for the cleverness he boasted.

He fancied that n.o.body aboard the Water Lily knew anything about "Navigation" except himself and flattered himself that he was very wise in the art. He believed that he ought to a.s.sert himself on all occasions and had tried to do so. Now, he suddenly resumed his ordinary, sunshiny manner, and with a grand gesture of welcome motioned the three lads to take seats at the second table.

Engineer Stinson was on the tender and would remain there till the others had finished; and the colored folks would take their meals in the galley after the white folks had been served.

"Well, that ghost is laid!" cried Dorothy, when dinner was over and she had helped Aunt Betty to lie down in her own little cabin. "But Cap'n Jack is so different, afloat and ash.o.r.e!"

"Dolly, dear, I allowed you to invite whom you wished, but I'm rather surprised by your selections. Why, for instance, the two Blanks?"

"Because I was sorry for them."

"They're not objects of pity. They're quite the reverse and the girl's manners are rude and disagreeable. Her treatment of Elsa is heartless.

Why didn't you choose your own familiar friends?"

"Elsa! Yes, indeed, Auntie, dear, without her dreaming of it, Elsa changed all my first plans for this house-boat party. I fell in love with her gentle, sad little face the first instant I saw it and I just wanted to see it brighten. She looked as if she'd never had a good time in her life and I wanted that she should have. Then she said it would be 'A cruise of loving kindness' and I thought that was beautiful. I just longed to give every poor, unhappy body in the world some pleasure. The Blanks aren't really poor, I suppose, for their clothes are nice and Aurora has brought so many I don't see where she'll keep them. But she seemed poor in one way--like this: If you'd built the Water Lily for me and had had to give it up for debt I shouldn't have felt nice to some other girl who was going to get it. I thought the least I could do was ask them to come with us and that would be almost the same thing as if they still owned the house-boat themselves. They were glad enough to come, too; and I know--I mean, I hope--they'll be real nice after we get used to each other. You know we asked Jim because we were sort of sorry for him, too, and because he wouldn't charge any wages for taking care the engine! Mrs. Bruce and Mabel--well, sorry for them was their reason just the same. You don't mind, really, do you, Auntie, darling? 'Cause----"

Dorothy paused and looked anxiously into the beloved face upon the pillow.

Aunt Betty laughed and drew the girl's own face down to kiss it fondly. Dorothy made just as many mistakes as any other impulsive girl would make, but her impulses were always on the side of generosity and so were readily forgiven.

"How about me, dear? Were you sorry for me, along with the rest?"

Dorothy flushed, then answered frankly:

"Yes, Aunt Betty, I was. You worried so about that horrid 'business,'

of the Old Folks' Home and Bellvieu, that I just wanted to take you away from everything you'd ever known and let you have everything new around you. They are all new, aren't they? The Blanks and Elsa, and the Bruces; yes and Captain Jack, too. Melvin's always a dear and he seems sort of new now, he's grown so nice and friendly. I'd rather have had dear Molly, course, but, since I couldn't, Melvin will do.

He'll be company for Jim--he and Gerald act like two p.u.s.s.y cats jealous of one another. But isn't it going to be just lovely, living on the Water Lily? I mean, course, after everybody gets used to each other and we get smoothed off on our corners. I guess it's like the engine in the Pad. Mr. Stinson says it'll run a great deal better after it's 'settled' and each part gets fitted to its place.

"There! I've talked you nearly to sleep, so I'll go on deck with the girls. It isn't raining yet, and doesn't look as if it were going to.

Sleep well, dear Aunt Betty, and don't you dare to worry a single worry while you're aboard the Lily. Think of it, Auntie! You are my guest now, my really, truly guest of honor! Doesn't that seem queer?

But you're mistress, too, just the same."

Well, it did seem as if even this brief stay on the house-boat were doing Mrs. Calvert good, for Dorothy had scarcely slipped away before the lady was asleep. No sound came to her ears but the gentle lapping of the water against the boat's keel and a low murmur of voices from the narrow deck which ran all around the sides.

When she awoke the craft was in motion and the sun shining far in the west. She was rather surprised at this, having expected the Lily to remain anch.o.r.ed in that safe spot which had been chosen close to sh.o.r.e. However, everything was so calm and beautiful when she stepped out, the smooth gliding along the wooded banks was so beautiful, that she readily forgave anybody who had disobeyed her orders. Indeed, she smilingly a.s.sured herself that she was now:

"Nothing and n.o.body but a guest and must remember the fact and not interfere. Indeed, it will be delightful just to rest and idle for a time."

Dorothy came to meet her, somewhat afraid to explain:

"I couldn't help it this time, Aunt Betty. Mr. Stinson says he must leave at midnight and he wants to 'make' a little town a few miles further down the sh.o.r.e, where he can catch a train back to city. That will give him time to go on with his work in the morning. Old Cap'n Jack, too, says we'd better get along. The storm pa.s.sed over, to-day, but he says we're bound to get it soon or late."

Mrs. Calvert's nap had certainly done her good, for she was able now to laugh at her own nervousness and gaily returned:

"It would be strange, indeed, if we didn't get a storm sometime or other. But how is the man conducting himself now?"

"Why, Aunt Betty, he's just lovely. Lovely!"

"Doesn't seem as if that adjective fitted very well, but--Ah! yes.

Thank you, my child, I will enjoy sitting in that cosy corner and watching the water. How low down upon it the Water Lily rides."

Most of this was said to Elsa, who had timidly drawn near and silently motioned to a sheltered spot on the deck and an empty chair that waited there. She had never seen such a wonderful old lady as this; a person who made old age seem even lovelier than youth.

Aunt Betty's simple gown of lavender suited her fairness well, and she had pinned one of Dorothy's roses upon her waist. Her still abundant hair of snowy whiteness and the dark eyes, that were yet bright as a girl's, had a beauty which appealed to the sensitive Elsa's spirit. A fine color rose in the frail girl's face as her little attention was so graciously accepted, and from that moment she became Aunt Betty's devoted slave.

Her shyness lessened so that she dared to flash a look of scorn upon Aurora, who shrugged her shoulder with annoyance at the lady's appearance on deck and audibly whispered to Mabel Bruce that:

"She didn't see why an old woman like that had to join a house-boat party. When _we_ had the Water Lily we planned to have n.o.body but the jolliest ones we knew. We wouldn't have had _my_ grandmother along, no matter what."

Mabel looked at the girl with shocked eyes. She had been fascinated by Aurora's dashing appearance and the stated fact that she had only worn her "commonest things," which to Mabel's finery-loving soul seemed really grand. But to hear that aristocratic dame yonder spoken of as an "old woman," like any ordinary person, was startling.

"Why Aurora--you said I might call you that----"

"Yes, you may. While we happen to be boatmates and out of the city, you know. At home, I don't know as Mommer would--would--You see she's very particular about the girls I know. I shall be in 'Society'

sometime, when Popper makes money again. But, what were you going to say?"

"I was going to say that maybe you don't know who that lady is. She is Mrs. Elisabeth Cecil-Somerset-Calvert!"

"Well, what of it? Anybody can tie a lot of names on a string and wear 'em that way. Even Mommer calls herself Mrs. Edward Newcomer-Blank of R."

"Why 'of R?' What does it mean?" asked Mabel, again impressed.

"Doesn't mean anything, really, as far as I know. But don't you know a lot of Baltimoreans, or Marylanders, write their names that way?

Haven't you seen it in the papers?"

"No. I never read a paper."

"You ought. To improve your mind and keep you posted on--on current events. I'm in the current event cla.s.s at school--I go to the Western High. I was going to the Girls' Latin, this year, only--only--Hmm. So I have to keep up with the times."

Aurora settled her silken skirts with a little swagger and again Mabel felt it a privilege to know so exalted a young person, even if their acquaintance was limited to a few weeks of boat life. Then she listened quite humbly while Aurora related some of her social experiences and discussed with a grown-up air her various flirtations.

But after a time she tired of all this, and looked longingly across to the tender, on whose rail Dorothy was now perched, with the three lads cl.u.s.tered about her, and all intently listening to the "yarns" with which Cap'n Jack was entertaining them.

All that worthy's animation had returned to him. He had eaten the best of dinners in place of the "ship's biscuit" he had suggested to his small hostess: he was relieved of care--which he had pretended to covet; and the group of youngsters before him listened to his marvellous tales of the sea with perfect faith in his truthfulness.

Some of the tales had a slight foundation in fact; but even these were so embellished by fiction as to be almost incredible. In any case, the shouts of laughter or the cries of horror that rose from his audience so attracted Mabel that, at last, she broke away from Aurora's tamer recitals, saying:

"I'm getting stiff, sitting in one place so long. I'll go over to Dolly. She and me have been friends ever since time was. Good-bye.

Or, will you come, too?"