“But you must make fun out of it all the same,” Betty told her, with the flash of gay courage in her eyes that had won over Mr. Morton. “I shall, no matter what happens, and whatever we do, think of the fun we’ll have talking it over when we all get together again. Oh, is that our train, Babe?” And with her curls flying and her eyes dancing with eagerness Betty Wales turned merrily from her happy summer’s Interlude to “the real business of life.”