“I love fussing in the kitchen,” she said, “and I think every girl ought to know how to cook. At least she ought to have sense enough to get together a cold luncheon like this when everything’s provided.” “Yes, I know; but you’ve made everything look so pretty. I want to eat dishes and all!” Betty dimpled with pleasure at his praise, and they sat down to the pretty feast, to which they did full justice. “I wonder when the Careys will come,” Betty remarked, as they lingered over the coffee. “I wish they’d never come,” said Hal. “I think it would be fine if we were really castaways, and nobody ever came to rescue us. Just like Robinson Crusoe and his Man Friday.” “But we haven’t any goat,” said Betty, laughing. “The goat was one of the principal characters, you know.” “Well, likely a goat would wander in some day. I say, can you sing?” “Yes,” said Betty, smiling as she thought of how she had sung when she first entered the house; “I sing some songs pretty well.” “I wager you do. Let’s go in by the piano and sing duets.” “Didn’t you hear me singing this morning? I sat down at the piano when I first arrived.” “No; I was out sketching. I only came in the house a few minutes before I found you.” “Let me see your pictures, won’t you?” “Sometime, yes. Let’s go and sing now.” “No, we must clear the table first. It’s so untidy to leave it. But you needn’t do it; I hate to see a boy doing girl’s work.” “Oh, pshaw, it isn’t girl’s work exactly, if you play you’re camping or picnicking or something like that. I’m going to help, and you can’t stop me!” Hal had begun already to take out the dishes, and Betty gave him a mock sigh, as she said: “I don’t think my Man Friday obeys me as well as he promised to.” “’Cause I only obey when I want to,” he responded, and in a short time the table was cleared and the food put away. “We won’t wash the dishes,” said Betty, as she piled them neatly on the kitchen table. “If Mrs. Carey’s going to bring a lot of servants at three o’clock, they’ll want something to do.” So they went to the piano, and soon discovered that they knew a number of the same songs. Hal had a good voice, and they sang away with all their youthful enthusiasm, making such a volume of sound that it could be heard above the chug-chugging of the approaching motor-car. “Well, I declare!” exclaimed Lena, as they whizzed up to the house. “That’s surely Betty McGuire’s voice! No one else sings like that.” “And that’s Hal singing with her,” said Mrs. Carey, as a masculine voice blended with Betty’s soprano. Then Lena sprang from the car, and rushed to greet Betty, and all sorts of apologies and explanations followed. “I’m not a bit sorry!” said Hal, as Mrs. Carey reiterated her regret at the misunderstanding; “I’ve had a jolly time, and now Lena’s come I don’t suppose I’ll be able to get a word in edgewise with Betty Crusoe, all the evening!”