"To think," she sighed to Roberta, "that it's all gone for nothing--that mad dash that Madeline and I made home from Grant's Town, when it's a wonder we didn't die of sun-stroke, and Betty's drowning, and the novel, and all the films that Eleanor and Roberta wasted getting snap-shots of the hero and heroine, not to mention the able assistance of Mr. Wales. Betty, mayn't I ask your father what he thinks now?"