CHAPTER VII

“Come back to earth, Marble-heart! You’re burning the bacon!” sniffed William Jaffrey. “You can’t cook and indulge in day-dreams and get away with it,” he protested from the other side of the circle of rocks within which glowed the red coals of driftwood. With an exclamation of dismay the girl examined the cinder, once a fat, juicy strip, which dangled from the fork of the long stick in her hand. “I’m sorry, Billy. I am so thrilled with this experience that I can’t keep my mind on what I am doing. My eyes will roam…