I'm going for pencil and paper now, to write it all down before I forget." That pencil and note-book were her constant companions the rest of the voyage.

Sometimes Lloyd, coming upon her suddenly, would hear her whispering a list of rhymes such as more, core, pour, store, shore, before, or creature, teacher, feature, at which they would both laugh and Betty exclaim, hopelessly, "I can't find a word to fit that place." At other times Lloyd passed her in respectful silence, for she knew by the rapt look on Betty's face that the mysterious business of verse-making was proceeding satisfactorily, and she dared not interrupt.
The day they sighted land, Lloyd exclaimed: "Oh, I can hardly wait to get home! I've had a perfectly lovely summah, and I've enjoyed every mile of the journey, but the closah I get to Locust the moah it seems to me that the very nicest thing my wondah-ball can unroll (except givin' me Hero, of co'se) is the goin' back home." "Your wonder-ball," repeated Betty, who knew the birthday story.

"That gives me an idea.

The princess shall have a wonder-ball in the play." Lloyd laughed.

"I believe that's all you think about nowadays, Betty.