Of course I told her she was an angel, and so she was, quite an exceptional kind of an angel; and I kissed her, and was saying a great many things, when she stopped me. "So glad you like them, deah. But now we must be moving if we're to have our bath this morning. Louise can't leave Katherine, but we'll have one of the other maids come with our things. It's getting late."
I felt frightfully. "It is late, isn't it?" said I, hopefully, looking at my watch. "Perhaps it's too late to go this morning, after all."
"Not a bit of it," said Sally. "Come along."
"I'm not sure but that I'd better stop in, if Mr. Parker thinks Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox would want me to," I floundered on.
"She won't mind--not much, anyway, if we don't take you to the Casino without her," Sally tried to reassure me. But her eyes had begun to twinkle.
"Don't you think she might? There are a lot of letters I ought——"
"Now child, out with it. Don't you like the bathing dress?"
"Oh, I admire it immensely," I stammered. "It's like a--a picture. But--I can't see myself wearing it. That is, I can't bear to think of anyone else seeing me wear it."
Sally went off into a fit of musical Southern laughter. "You poor baby. I forgot the shock it might be to you, if you're accustomed only to English bathing clothes. They certainly are the limit! Have you never been to Trouville or Ostend?"
I shook my head, sad at having to seem ungrateful. But how could I help it?