Sidney slipped out of Randolph's overcoat and held it out to him.
"I really couldn't walk in it," she said apologetically; "but it has sent a little circulation through me."
"You are wet through," he said, just for one moment letting his hand rest on her shoulder.
"Yes; but I'm hardy, and am going to enjoy my walk. I honestly am very grateful to you. I was preparing to make myself comfortable for the night when I heard the splash of oars, so then, Lorelei-like, I began to sing, knowing that I might be luring you to a similar fate."
"Who did you think it was?" demanded Randolph.
"Not you."
"Why not? You knew I was coming to dine."
"But you don't know the tricks of our river, and Uncle Ted does. I'm disappointed in him."
"I got to the boat first," explained Randolph. "He didn't give you credit for sticking in the mud; said you had too much gumption."
Sidney laughed out.