An Unfortunate Lily Maid
“Of course you must be Elaine, Anne,” said Diana. “I could never have the courage to float down there.”
“Nor I,” said Ruby Gillis, with a shiver. “I don’t mind floating down when there’s two or three of us in the flat and we can sit up. It’s fun then. But to lie down and pretend I was dead—I just couldn’t. I’d die really of fright.”
“Of course it would be romantic,” conceded Jane Andrews. “But I know I couldn’t keep still. I’d be popping up every minute or so to see where I was and if I wasn’t drifting too far out. And you know, Anne, that would spoil the effect.”