So they had a merry party at luncheon, calling Patsy "Doctor" with grave deference and telling her she had probably saved the life of A.Jones for a second time.
"And now," proposed Uncle John, when the repast was over, "let us drive down to the sea and have a look at that beautiful launch that came in yesterday.

Everyone is talking about it and they say it belongs to some foreign prince." So they motored to Santa Monica and spent the afternoon on the sands, watching the bathers and admiring the graceful outlines of the big yacht lying at anchor a half mile from the shore.

The boat was something of a mystery to everybody.

It was named the "Arabella" and had come from Hawaii via San Francisco; but what it was doing here and who the owner might be were questions no one seemed able to answer.

Rumor had it that a Japanese prince had come in it to inspect the coast line, but newspaper reporters were forbidden to scale the side and no satisfaction was given their eager questioning by the bluff old captain who commanded the craft.
So the girls snapped a few kodak pictures of the handsome yacht and then lost interest in it.
That evening they met Mrs.Montrose and the Stanton girls at dinner and told them about the boy, who still remained invisible.