"Where did you learn to swim, anyhow?" demanded Pete Stearns. "You never said a word about it until this afternoon."
"I don't tell all I know," said Mary, tucking a wet lock under the scarlet cap.
"I believe you. But there's only one thing I'd criticise; you'd get more out of that trudgeon of yours if you watched your breathing."
"I know it," she answered, with a nod. "But I don't take it so seriously as all that. I've always managed to get along, anyhow."
Pete blinked the salt water out of his eyes and studied the social secretary with new respect.
"You haven't ever been a diving beauty or a movie bathing girl or anything like that, have you?"
Mary laughed. "Not yet, thank you. I never made any money out of swimming."
"Oh, they don't swim," said Pete. "They just dress for it."
"Well, I never did that, either."
"But you could if you wanted to."