d friendliness, they
parted and went on their separate ways.

"I guess we shall have just time to get the fish and reach the bungalow
before dark," said Mrs. Irving, as our party started to retrace their
steps with weary feet and joyful hearts.

It was not till they had nearly reached the fishing pool that Allen
thought of his big fish.

"It was wicked to let that beauty go," he said, gazing ruefully into the
pool. "He was the king of them all."

"Yes, but just see what you accomplished," Betty said at his elbow,
softly. "What you did to-day is worth a million fish."

"Yes, and there are plenty more where that came from," he added, smiling
down at her. "Now let's hike along home--I am getting hungry."

CHAPTER XVII

BENEATH THE MOON

"I have often read about it, but I never thought I would be fortunate
enough to actually see it," said Amy, clasping her hands behind her
head, and gazing out at the blue of an azure sky.

The four girls were seated on the steps of the veranda talking, talking
over the events of the day before and speculating as to the future.

"Well, it scared me nearly to death," said Grace, who was curled up on
the lower step, with a cushion brought from the house acting as head
rest. "I declare when I saw them drag her up on the bank, Betty, I
thought that she was dead. She looked so drawn and white, and----"

"Well, you couldn't expect her to look particularly rosy and happy,
after all she had been through," Mollie remarked. "If I had been doused
under water as long as that poor girl was I would not only have looked
dead, I'd have been it."

"Oh, I don't know," Grace retorted lazily. "If I'm not mistaken it
would take a good deal to stop that tongue of yours, Mollie."

"Speak for yourself," Mollie was beginning angrily, when Betty entered
into the conversation. She had been dreamily studying the shimmering
ripples the soft wind had stirred upon the surface of the water.

"Some day," she began in a sing-song voice, her eyes still fixed on the
distance, "I'm just going to let you two go on to the bitter finish. I
shouldn't wonder if you will be like the two cats of Kilkenny. You
remember what they did, don't you?"

"No, what?" asked Mollie, and Grace added: "We might just as well know
where our bad tempers are going to land us. What did they do, Betty?"

"They fought and they fit and they scratched and they bit," chanted
Betty, "till instead of two cats there weren't any."

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