"You should have said so before. It's too late now. What have you been doing all day?"
"Playing on the sands. What have you been doing?"
"I've been playing in the sand too. I suppose, Betty, you know nearly everybody in the hotel?"
"Oh, I play with them all sometimes."
"Yes; then tell me, Betty, do you ever get asked what time you go to bed?"
"They ALL ask me that," said Betty promptly.
"I think I should like to ask you too," I said, "just to be in the movement. When is it?"
"Half-past six." She looked at the clock. "So we've got half an hour. I'll get my ball."
Before I had time to do anything about it, the ball came bouncing in, hit me on the side of the head, and hurried off to hide itself under an old lady dozing in the corner. Betty followed more sedately.
"Where's my ball?" she asked.