"But when you don't have the cat, Miss Faith? One of you ought to tie
on a pink ribbon somewhere, and one a blue."
"Yes, and then we'd be like the old woman with her eggs," put in Bess.
"It would be sink or swim--pink or blue--but which? I think I'd rather
learn you by closer observation, and you mustn't mind if I stare a good
deal for a time.
"Oh, no, people always do stare," said Hope nonchalantly, which was,
indeed, the truth. The sisters had become so used to this attention in
public that they were able to appear unconscious of it always, whether
really so or not. For, being sensible girls, they did not attribute
this at all to their fair, fresh faces, but to the resemblance between
them, enough of a novelty in this world of diversities to be always
observable.
They were well out into the Channel when summoned to luncheon, and only
waited long enough for a good look back at the beautifully wooded
shores before they went below. The first meal at sea is always an
interesting one. It is a matter of great moment to many in what part
of the saloon they will be assigned a place, and of course the special
honor of sitting at the captain's table is desired by all, though
attained by few.
As they were descending towards the cabin, to join their father, Faith,
ever thoughtful of others, said in a low voice.
"Don't you wish we could have the Vanderhoff party at our table, Hope?"
"True enough. It would be fine! Let's ask father.
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