"Jove, what a day!" he said. "And can't you smell the sea?"
"I can. Let that suffice. I say, what's happened to my blanket? I must have swallowed it in my sleep."
"Where's his sponge?" I heard him murmuring to himself as he came away from the window.
"No, no, I'm up," I shouted, and I sprang out of bed and put on a shirt and a pair of trousers with great speed. "Where do I take these off again?" I asked. "I seem to be giving myself a lot of trouble."
"There is a tent."
"Won't the ladies want it? Because, if so, I can easily have my bathe later on."
"The ladies think it's rather too rough to-day."
"Perhaps they're right," I said hopefully. "A woman's instinct—No,
I'm NOT a coward."
It wasn't so bad outside—sun and wind and a blue-and-white sky and plenty of movement on the sea.
"Just the day for a swim," said Archie cheerily, as he led the way down to the beach.