"What is the matter?" she asked, sympathetically. "Has something pricked you, too?"
"Yes," I said, for the couple on the veranda had moved out of hearing. "Something I don't like. What do you think that confounded Wesson is saying to Eggert?"
"I don't know."
"He wants to come out here and board."
"Well, that idea does credit to his judgment."
"But it will put me to lots of bother."
"I don't see how."
"Why, if he moves out here, you and I will have to move up to the town."
She digested this statement for a while, during which she put the finishing touches to her toilet. Then she asked if I was in suitable condition for her to come to my door.
"Come and see," I retorted. "I've got on much more than either of us had when we strolled down to the beach an hour ago. I think I heard somebody say yesterday that there was no need of being too prudish."