Then I took off my hat.
CHAPTER IX
HOW ADÈLE FESTE ARRIVED, AND MR. DUNKLESBAUM SUPPED WITH THE DEVIL.
"There she is!" cried Jill.
"Where?" said I, screwing up my eyes and peering eagerly at the crowded taffrails.
"There, Boy, there. Look, she's seen us. She's waving."
Hardly I followed the direction of my cousin's pink index finger, which was stretched quivering towards the promenade deck.
"Is that her in blue?"
But a smiling Jill was already nodding and waving unmistakably to the tall slim figure, advances which the latter was as surely returning with a cheerly wave of her slight blue arm. Somewhat sheepishly I took off my hat.