“Isn’t that a girl’s privilege?”
“Very well, Miladi!” he said, with a deep bow as they rose from the table. “However, you need not give all your attention to these prize stories, need you? Let’s do something besides follow these sun-worshippers around to-day.”
“All right, Tommy-boy,” acclaimed his sister. “What do you suggest?”
“A run along the coast to Reef Harbor where there are a lot of folks we know,” Tom promptly replied.
“Not in that old Tocsin,” cried Jennie. “She’s so small I can’t take off my sweater without tipping her over.”
“Oh, what a whopper!” gasped Helen.
“Never mind,” grinned her twin. “Let Jennie run to the superlatives if she likes. Anyway, I would not dream of going so far as the Harbor in that dinky little Tocsin. I’ve got my eye on just the craft, and I can get her over here in an hour by telephoning to the port. It’s the Stazy.”
“Goody!” exclaimed Jennie Stone. “That big blue yacht! And she’s got a regular crew—and everything. Aunty won’t be afraid to go with us in her.”
“That’s fine, Tom,” said his sister with appreciation.
Even Ruth seemed to take some interest. But she suggested: