"We're just out in the Sound a ways; I got tired of staying in one place."
The answer seemed to satisfy her immediate curiosity. Bill wished that she would go away, so that he might drown himself in peace, but Aunt Caroline appeared to be taking an interest in things.
"I don't think they keep the yacht quite as tidy as they might," she remarked. "There's a chair lying on its back. The magazines are blowing all over the deck, too. There ought to be paper-weights. Dear me, William; they need a housekeeper."
Suddenly she walked across the deck and bent over to study a dark object that lay near the opposite rail.
"More untidiness," said Aunt Caroline resentfully. "One of the sailors has left a wash-rag here."
She stooped and picked the thing up between thumb and forefinger. As she shook it out drops of water flew from it. Aunt Caroline's eyes became round with amazement.
"Why, William! It's the skirt of her bathing-suit!"
Bill stared at the thing, fascinated.
"How on earth did it ever come to be lying here on the deck?" exclaimed Aunt Caroline.