"Don't suggest such a thing," came from Amy. "We are none of us addicted to the luxury."
But, after all, tired as they were, no one felt like going to sleep, once they were prepared for it. They talked over the events of the day, got to laughing, and from laughing to almost hysterical giggling. But finally nature asserted herself, and all was quiet aboard the Gem, which had been moored to a private dock, just above the town.
It was Betty, rather a light sleeper, who awoke first, and she could not account at once for the peculiar motion. It was as though she was swinging in a hammock. She sat up, and peered about the dimly lighted cabin. Then the remembrance of where she was came to her.
"But—but!" she exclaimed. "We're adrift! We're floating down the river!"
She sprang from her berth and awakened Grace by shaking her.
