"I wish you would sing something," she said. "Do, and surprise them."
"I can't. I haven't even a banjo."
"I've noticed you have everything over at the house: banjo, guitar, mandolin, everything. You must leave one of them over here. Music would sound perfectly charming in this place."
"Any music?" asked Edgar, smiling.
She returned his look from the tops of her eyes. "Bold fisherman," she replied.
Her companion scanned the horizon: "The moon is going to be great to-night. It looks as if it would rise clear out of the water. Want to go for a sail?"
"I don't believe I can," replied Violet. "I have an engagement."
"An engagement!" returned Edgar, sceptically. "Are you going to read aloud to your aunt?"
Violet smiled at him provokingly. "You're not the only man on this island," she remarked.