"Oh, thank you many times, but I couldn't possibly!" cried Win. "I don't need it. I have lots of money."
"I'm glad—though I should have liked the pleasure," said Ena. And she genuinely would, because the act of giving would have pumped warmth into the cold place without waiting for time to change the temperature.
"There's one thing you must let me do, anyhow," she persisted. "That dress—the 'Blue Moon,' isn't it?—that you tried on and my brother bought for me, I want you to accept it. Oh, don't say no! It's miles too long for me" (she couldn't have brought herself to confess that it was hopelessly small for waist and hips), "and I never enjoy altered dresses—the style's lost. So you'll not be robbing me. If you won't have it, I shall believe it's a sign that you're offended at my interference."
Winifred thought for an instant and drew a long breath. "Then I must take the dress," she said. "It's more than
good of you, of course. I shan't be in the kind of world where I can wear it, but––"
"Keep it to remember this evening—I mean, to remember me," Miss Rolls hastily amended.
"I will," said Win simply. But there was no danger that she would ever forget Miss Rolls—or her kindness.
SCENES FOR A "MOVIE"
When Peter thought that he might decently return to B deck without breaking into charming womanly confidences, it was deserted. The moon was struggling out through black clouds and pouring silver into the sea's ink, but the girl in the moon was gone.