The man looked at the smile that was keeping his laugh company.
"What do you think they'll say to your telling their secrets?"
"Well"—Blanche Aurora gave a comprehensive glance at the city clothes and the gay face above her. "I kinder think Miss Linda might be glad to see you, and if she would, what's the use o' waitin'!"
"That's what I say," was the hearty response. "I can't wait. I'm going to scour this Cape till I do find her, and then if she isn't glad to see me, do you know what I'm going to do?"
Blanche Aurora's neatly coiffed head shook a denial.
The visitor grasped her small shoulder with a strong hand.
"I'm going out to that point of rock there,"—he pointed to the height of the cliff,—"and throw myself—dash myself into the sea!" He scowled portentously.
"Well, you might wait till she gits used to you," suggested Blanche Aurora. "She might like you better."
"I've been waiting two years, but your advice may still be good."
"Be you her beau?" the question was roared solemnly.