As for Betty Wales, her eyes sparkled with happy excitement as she went to bed that night. A regular trip abroad would have been fun enough, but a trip with Madeline to hunt up the queer things, Babe to furnish a romance, and Mr. Morton to play the good angel and then pretend it was all her doing--so that Dick Blake and now Babe and John had insisted upon thanking her extravagantly--that was a trip to make you hold your breath and wonder how you happened to be such a lucky, lucky girl. Betty’s last few letters from home had been rather short and unsatisfactory.