Just the sweetest girl I know——”
She broke off to throw up her head and catch another footstep for the first time, then sauntered on to meet it with the last line—
“And the sugar—sugar—sugar—from the cane!”
“Good-morning, Mr. Gregory!”
“Good-morning, Mrs. Lewin!”
They were conscious eyes this time, that looked down in their penetration at every feminine attraction presented to him. The secretary’s wife stood the inspection with the unconscious serenity of last night.
“How very unofficial of you to be out like this! One dispenses with outriders and a flourish of trumpets in Key Island, but one does expect to think of the Administrator breakfasting in languid dignity while other people are already abroad!”
He made a wry face. “We are very unofficial here, thank Heaven! It is one of the few advantages of our diminutiveness. Where are you going, to Denver’s?”
“No, I was trespassing on his ground, merely for a stroll.”
“You have seen the factory?”