"What are you going to represent in your light green veil, Daisy?" he asked.
"The Spirit of the Sea," she replied. "I've arranged for the loveliest costume,—all green and shimmery, and dripping with seaweed."
"How did you happen to be chosen for that part, Daisy?"
"Guy Martin insisted upon it. He said there was no one else just right for it."
"How about Patty Fairfield?"
"Oh, she WOULDN'T take it. She told Guy so."
"She did! I wonder WHY she wouldn't take it?"
"I don't know, Bill, I'm sure. It COULDN'T have been because you're
Neptune, could it?"
"It might be," Bill flung out, between closed teeth, and turning, he strode quickly away.
"Bill," called Daisy, and he returned.