ing," she was saying, "but you'll find even the surface of the subject fascinating."
Then she began a rapid fire of questions to which Betty paid small attention till the sound of Ada Nansen's name aroused her.
"Key, Ada?" asked Miss Jessup.
The answers were supposed to indicate definite ideas.
"Key hole," said Ada promptly.
"Purse?"
"Money."
"Bee?" asked Miss Jessup.
To her surprise and that of the listening class, nine-tenths of whom were forming the word "honey" with their lips, Ada answered without hesitation, "Bottle."
"You must have thought I meant the letter 'B,'" said the teacher lightly, passing on to the next pupil.
Betty heard the dismissal bell with real relief. She cornered Libbie in the hall as the class streamed out and announced a decision.
"I'll have to go see Bob—I'll paddle one of the canoes," she said hurriedly.
"If any one asks for me, say I'm out on the lake."
Betty was now an expert with the paddle, and the trip across the lake was easy of accomplishment. She had the great good fortune to meet
