"But that isn't all," said Sally. "I've managed to persuade my father that I'm not learning enough at the village school and probably never will. He was going to take me out of it this year anyway, and when summer came again, have me wait on the ice-cream parlor and candy counter in the pavilion. I just hated the thought. Now I've made him promise to send Genevieve and me every day to Miss Camilla to study with her, and he's going to pay for it just the same as if I were going to a private school. I'm so happy over it, and so is Miss Camilla, only we had hard work persuading her that she must accept any money for it. And even Genevieve is delighted. She has promised to stop sucking her thumb if she can go to Miss Camilla and 'learn to yead 'bout picters,' as she says." "It's all turned out as wonderfully as a fairy-tale," mused Doris as they floated on. "I couldn't wish a single thing any different. And I think what Miss Camilla has done is--well, it just makes a lump come in my throat even to speak of it. I feel like a selfish wretch beside her. I'm just going to save every penny I have this winter and give it to the Red Cross and work like mad at the knitting and bandage-making. But even that is no _real_ sacrifice. I wish I could do something like she has done. _That's_ the kind of thing that counts!" "We can only do the thing that lies within our power," said Sally, grasping the true philosophy of the situation, "and if we do all of that, we're giving the best we can." They drifted on a little further in silence, and then Doris glanced at her wrist-watch by the light of the moon. "We've got to go in," she mourned. "It's after nine o'clock, and Mother warned me not to stay out later than that. Besides I've got to finish packing." They dragged the canoe up onto the shore, and turned it over in the grass. Then they wandered, for a moment, down to the edge of the water. "Remember, it isn't so awfully bad as it seems," Doris tried to hearten Sally by reminding her. "Father and I are coming down again to stay over Columbus Day, and you and Genevieve are coming to New York to spend the Christmas holidays with us. We'll be seeing each other right along, at intervals." Sally looked off up the river to where the pointed pines on Slipper Point could be dimly discerned above the wagon bridge. Suddenly her thoughts took a curious twist. "How funny,--how awfully funny it seems now," she laughed, "to think we once were planning to dig for pirate treasure--up there!" she nodded toward Slipper Point. "Well, we may not have found any pirate loot," Doris replied, "but you'll have to admit we discovered treasure of a very different nature--and a good deal more valuable. And, when you come to think of it, we did discover buried treasure, at least Miss Camilla did, and we were nearly buried alive trying to unearth it, and what more of a thrilling adventure could you ask for than that?" But she ended seriously: