“I guess you know what I mean, all right,” she made reply. “Do you remember saying something like that to me once?”
“But I had reason to,” protested Mabel. “It was so plain in Dick’s case.”
“No more so than in Captain Von Blusen’s case,” declared Shirley.
“I don’t see——”
“Oh, yes you do. You mean you just won’t admit it. Well, you don’t have to. Why, what makes your face so red, Mabel?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” declared Mabel, and turning about quickly, she rushed to her cabin, leaving Shirley laughing to herself.
The steamship Yucatan was forging ahead at full speed now, and was rapidly lessening the distance to the first California port—San Diego.
“Dad,” said Shirley, “isn’t there a second fair at San Diego?”
“Yes,” replied her father, “why?”
“Well then, why can’t we stop off there for a day or two and go on to San Francisco by rail?”