Benny was still unfurling his sail when his party came down to the floating dock the next morning.
Dunham was laden with lunch boxes, pails, and sweaters, and Benny looked somewhat darkly upon him as his laugh rang out in reply to a speech of his companions.
"I was givin' ye half an hour more," said the boy, as they greeted him. "Ye usually"—
"Don't betray me that way, Benny," interrupted Edna. "I'll have to confess, though, that this promptness is all owing to Mr. Dunham. He has pursued and hurried us since eight o'clock."
"I've traveled on my virtuous early rising up to the present moment," remarked Dunham; "but now I'll confess that I wasn't so crazy over the sunrise as I was at it. It was a very unwelcome pageant in my room at 3 a.m."
"Oh, surely!" exclaimed Edna sympathetically. "Those cruelly light windows."
"Did you ever try a black stocking?" asked Sylvia earnestly.
"Well—occasionally," replied Dunham, regarding his feet.
"I mean on your eyes."
"No. Is that the latest? I'm from the country."