y through the iron gates, saw that Tabitha was
right, and demurely nodded her head.

"Then I can imagine who the others are."

"Bet you can't! At least, not all."

"Bet I can!"

"Who, then, smarty?"

"Grace Tilton, Bessie Jorris, Jessie Wayne, Julia, Chrystie--_is_
Chrystie there?"

"Wait and find out," teased Myra.

"Possibly Madeline and Vera,--in fact, all our bunch."

Myra merely laughed, and as they were now spied by Mr. Catt and his
companion, there was no further opportunity for discussion; for, after
a hasty greeting all around, the man seized all the grips he could
manage, and made for the street, saying briskly, "We must hurry. The
boat goes at ten, and it is quite a ride to San Pedro."

"I hope," panted Tabitha, trotting along at the rear of the procession,
tugging a heavy suit-case, "that you don't have your fun in such a
hurry."

"What do you mean?" Myra demanded.

"Well, it's been nothing but hustle since we started out yesterday
afternoon, and I was just wondering if that's the atmosphere of your
camp, too."

"Perhaps you will think so," laughed Myra; "for there certainly are few
idle minutes with us."

"How long has the bunch been at Avalon? Surely not all summer, or you
never could have kept it secret for such a while."

"No," Myra acknowledged, "only--but there, not another question till we
reach Catalina. Then you can ask all you want. I've said too much
already. First thing I know, you will guess the rest of our surprise."
And the girl resolutely closed her lips.

"_Rest_ of the surprise," mused Tabitha to herself, when further
questions failed to bring forth any more information, and Myra was
devoting her attention to quiet Gloriana. "I wonder what it can be.
Seems as if there had been about all the surprises one human being
could expect in twenty-four hours. Who would ever imagine that Dad
would go on a jaunt like this? Isn't it great to be alive in this day
and age?"

She fell to dreaming over the many changes that had come to pass in her
life during one short year, and was only roused from her revery by
Myra's gripping her shoulder and shouting in her ear, "The boat is
whistling its warning now. Not a minute to spare. Run, Kit, run!"
And again the little company tore frantically down the street toward
the dock where the _Cabrillo_ was tugging at her anchor, waiting for
the signal to steam away to the Enchanted Isle on her daily voyage.

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