"Oh, I think those giant fish are so interesting!" exclaimed Miss Emerson, sitting up alertly.
Mr. Evans nodded at her over his shoulder as the two friends started off.
"After your siesta you ought to get Miss Wilbur and come down," he said.
"I don't want any siesta," thought the lady crossly. "Why did I get into this hammock? They would probably have asked me if I hadn't been lying down."
She had not yet discovered the domestic status of the two men, although she had put out many a feeler to learn whether they were unprotected males. She was wearing one of her prettiest dresses since their arrival, but the emergency sport suit of baronet satin would not come forth from its hanger on any such uncertainty.
CHAPTER VIII SKETCHES
"Our pebbles are getting a good washing, aren't they?" said Mrs. Lowell, when she and her protégé had reached the shore.
The tide was high and she had Bert put the cushions in front of a rock which sprang from the grass on the edge of the stony beach. He followed her directions apathetically.