Malcolm sat next to Mrs. Keene to give her his moral support, and waved his hand to Beatrix. "You'll find us on the quay," he said.
"All right, Malcolm. Don't wander off till I come."
"Let her go," sang out Mr. Jones and away they went.
And then Beatrix turned to Franklin. "Thanks, once more," she said.
Franklin's heart was up in his throat. "I can bring them back with a shout."
She shook her head.
"A woman may always alter her mind."
"I'm not a woman yet."
"No, that's true."
She laughed. His set face was as amusing as his naïve remark. "Well, it was very jolly. I've got quite fond of the Galatea. I shall miss the sun coming through the portholes in the morning and all my exercise in the gym."