“Oh, goody! Hum-m! I don’t know. For how long?”
“All day. We can sail down to Rincoteague Island and back.”
“Who’s to go?”
“Only you and I, of course.”
“I’m afraid that wouldn’t be quite—well, quite—”
“Oh, I see. Then your aunt is invited, too, of course—but reluctantly.”
“We’ll come,” she said, with decision. “Shall we bring the luncheon?”
“No. The sloop has a lot of stuff on board now. Besides, there used to be a hotel on Rincoteague—such as it was. I’ll have the Wisp in Piney Cove at nine to-morrow. We must start early, you know.”
“We’ll be there. Thank you very much.”
“Betty, do come out a minute—long enough to shake hands. I haven’t seen you all day.”