"Then don't blame me if she turns out to be a bum sailor," he warned.
"I think I'll speak to her now," said Mary.
Aunt Caroline was frankly surprised. It had never occurred to her that there were times when society went to sea. Yet, to Mary's great relief, she did not prove to be an antagonist. She merely wanted to be shown that this cruise would actually be in furtherance of Bill's career.
"Of course it will," urged Mary. "It's the very thing. We'll take the regular summer society cruise."
"And what is that, my dear?"
Mary bit her lip. She did not have the least idea.
"Oh, I suppose we'll stop at Newport, Narragansett, Bar Harbor, and such places," she said, dismissing the details with a wave of her hand. "We'll make all the regular society ports—that is, of course, if you approve the idea, Miss Marshall."
Aunt Caroline smiled.
"Certainly I approve it, my dear. Although I admit it perplexes me. What sort of yachting flannels does an old lady wear?"
"Oh, they dress exactly like the young ones," said Mary, hastily.