"Ah," exclaimed Nathalie, drawing back in mock affright, "you are an exile." "How interesting," spoke Nan. "Do tell us all about it." "About what?" queried Farr coolly, and Nan subsided, feeling suddenly very much embarrassed. Eleanor Hill caught an expression half impatient in Farr's eyes, and turned warningly to Nathalie. "You will be sorry." "When I'm sober," interrupted the young girl merrily. "What a rowdy you are, Nat; Helen is looking at you most disapprovingly." A shrug of the shoulders was Nathalie's only answer, and starting up she crossed over, and stood before Farr, where he sat at Jean's side. "You have been very good and patient," she assured him with a mischievous twinkle in her brown eyes, "and now I am going to reward you by unpacking the luncheon hamper." "That's a good idea," cried Dick; "I am almost starved to death." "What delicious salad," exclaimed Churchill a few moments later, as they sat about the open hamper. "Miss Helen, you are a culinary artist." Helen smiled her thanks. "May I not sit by you, Eleanor," pleaded Clifford Archer, dropping down on the deck at her side. "With you near me I could never know hunger or thirst." "Nonsense," frowning on him in seeming disapproval. "I think your appetite is one which stands you in good stead." He was a handsome youth, graceful in the extreme. It was a constant source of annoyance to Eleanor Hill that she found him so charming, for, she often assured herself, there was nothing to the boy but his good looks and perfect manners. But who will dare to say that these are nothing? "I do hope there are plenty of sandwiches," sighed Nan, as she sat eating her fourth. Dick tipped up the plate, depositing a dozen or more in her lap. "That enough?" he asked innocently. "You idiot!" cried Nan. "Do say something new, Nan," called Mollie from the other side of the boat. "That is the third time to-day you have given Dick that appellation." "How can I help it," groaned Nan, "when it characterizes him so perfectly?" "You can't," said Nathalie consolingly, "and if I were you I would not attempt to." Dick looked at both girls with withering scorn, then glanced by them as if their existence were a matter of small import. "Helen, can I open the beer and ginger ale now?" "If it will be any comfort to you, Dick, you have my consent." "I think I will try another sandwich, if Miss Birdsall can spare me one." "Then catch, Mr. Farr," and Nathalie tossed him one, with unerring aim. "O Nathalie," protested Jean, with changing color. "Well, I am glad to know he is not a muff," said Nathalie, as Farr caught the sandwich. "What is the matter, Jean? I didn't know you were so easily shocked." "Look out for the boom," called Dudley most opportunely, and the _Cyclone_ came swiftly about. "What an unfortunate move. Now the sun is right in our eyes," and Jean looked up at Farr appealingly. "Won't you please have it removed?"