Beatrix leaned on the rail. "I wish I had a kodak," she called out. "You look like Lady Jane Grey."
Mrs. Larpent smiled up at her. "I feel like the devil, my dear," she said to herself.
Then Franklin gave his hand to Mrs. Keene. "Good-bye," he said. "I'm sorry you haven't had a good time."
"I can't honestly say that I have, but you've been extremely kind, Mr. Franklin. Thank you."
And once more Jones proved his right to be called a lady's man.
"You look more hopeful already, Brownie," laughed Beatrix.
"Well, so long, Malcolm."
"So long, Pel."
"You know where to find me."
"Right."