“I’ve felt sprucer. But you look pretty rocky yourself.”
“Feel like a wet smack, thank you. The heat is terrible.”
“Wait till I collect my duds and yours,” he suggested, “and we’ll beat it for New Canaan and Home Sweet Home!”
“They’re rolled up in a sea bag,” she told him. “Here it is.”
She started toward him with the bag in her arms, stumbled and would have fallen had not Bill’s steadying hand prevented.
“Kind o’ wobbly, eh?”
“Not as bad as all that, Bill. Caught my toe in that floorboard. It’s loose.”
“Have you had them up?”
“Why, no, I never thought of that.”
Bill took the sea bag from her and tossed it on to the dock.