vident that someone secured a yacht to carry our friends out to
see us this evening. My message said about the same thing, so now, you
see, it was ridiculous in Eleanor to tease about it being a love-note.
Had she been sensible I would have read it aloud to all, but because of
her silliness, I made up my mind to keep her guessing."

Nancy and Ruth laughed, but Eleanor and Dorothy exchanged glances with
each other. Then Nancy said anxiously: "We ought to start and dress most
fetchingly for tonight, if everyone you know is coming out."

Before anyone could reply to this suggestion, Mr. Fabian was seen
hurrying across the deck to join them. "Girls, our old friend Dalken has
a yacht, I hear, and he has invited everyone we know to come out here
this evening to welcome us home. We are to be ready to return with him,
as he has secured the necessary bill-of-health for us. Now get down to
your rooms quickly and pack."

"Oh--aren't we going to remain to the dance?" asked Eleanor, with
disappointment in her tones.

"You can do as you please about that, but we will go back on the yacht
when she returns to the city."

In the bustle of packing the stateroom trunks, and then dressing for the
evening, the girls forgot about the wireless messages. Then during the
dinner that was like a party affair because of the passengers' exuberant
spirits at being so near home again, Mr. Fabian smiled approvingly at the
five young girls in his charge. They looked so charming in their Paris
gowns, and their youthful forms and faces expressed such joy and pleasure
in living, that he felt gratified to think the old friends would see them
as _he_ did that evening.

Shortly after leaving the dining-salon, the attention of the Fabian party
was drawn to a graceful white yacht that sailed swiftly down the Bay and
soon came alongside the steamer. The spotless looking sailors instantly
lowered the boat and a party of young people got in. The Fabian group
leaned over the rail of the steamer and watched breathlessly as the boat
was rowed across the intervening space and, finally, was made fast to the
steamer.

"Poll, did you recognize your future Fate?" giggled Eleanor, nudging her
companion, knowingly.

"I saw _yours_!" retorted Polly. "And now I comprehend why you can speak
of nothing else than beaus and Fate! You are so obsessed by your own
dreams that you think everyone you know must be dreaming the same stuff!"

Polly turned quickly and hurried t