"I'm sure I don't know. Fortunately that problem didn't have to be faced."
"It was a gorgeous storm. I fairly revelled in it," said Gwen, "or I should have if I hadn't been worried."
"About us?"
"Yes, and about all who were out on the water. Didn't you think it was a splendid sight?"
"I am afraid I didn't think much about that part of it. We couldn't see very well from where we were."
"Where were you?"
"In a barn, sitting on a sawhorse."
"And you weren't scared?"
Ethel smiled, a sort of retrospective smile which suggested pleasure rather than fright. "Here comes Jack Lansdale with Flossy Fay," she said. "I didn't know she had brains enough to grapple with his accompaniments, but perhaps she is equal to them. Why didn't he get Miss Caroline Drake?"
"Probably because Flossy was the more available. She looks as pleased as Punch. Now they're going to begin."