"Do you,—oh, well, I don't," she said a little tetchily, and made rapidly towards the house.
Mrs. Delarayne stared sadly after her. Had she said anything offensive?—Children were difficult, very difficult, she thought; and she longed for the freedom and the society of her London home.
"I think I made Denis rather savage this morning," Leonetta was explaining to Vanessa, meanwhile, as the two were arranging their hair in the bedroom they shared.
Vanessa, stopping her operations for a moment, turned and regarded her friend with some interest.
"When and where?" she demanded.
"Well, you know that awfully good-looking boy who was sitting on the bench when we bathed yesterday——"
Vanessa nodded in her business-like way.
"Well, didn't you notice that he bathed at the same time as we did to-day?"
"Oh, I thought I saw him," replied Vanessa.
"And he kept standing in the water," Leonetta continued, "with his arms folded, staring at me. He looked most awfully wicked,—it was lovely!" she cried laughing.