“‘Good-bye, Girls,’ from ‘Chin Chin,’” said Lucile. “It’s a splendid fox trot.”
“Never heard of it,” said Anita. “Peculiar name—‘Chin Chin’—what?”
Lucile was about to reply when Mr. Applegate interrupted.
“There’s a stiff breeze on the way,” he said, casting his weather eye aloft. “And, from the looks of things, it’s more than possible that we may run into a storm somewhere up the river. However, we’ll have to take a chance on that.”
“Oh, I wonder if we will,” cried Lucile.
“Don’t worry,” said Gordon Ridgley, whose gaze had not wandered from Lucile’s bright face, with its dancing eyes and mischievous mouth, always quirked in a smile 134 and showing the dimples in the corners of it—he wondered how many dimples she had, anyway—since he had come on board. “If you will come with me forward,” he added, “I’ll show you the prettiest view of the river there is. B’ Jove, it’s incomparable!”
Lucile consented rather hesitatingly. To tell the truth, she would much rather have stayed where she was. Nevertheless, they went off around the corner of the cabin, while Archie watched them with a gloomy frown on his face.
“Nervy beggar!” he muttered.
Evelyn squeezed Jessie’s hand and whispered, delightedly. “Did you see the look Archie gave that ‘bally Henglishman’? There will be a regular duel in Hyde Park yet.”
“Shouldn’t wonder. I don’t know how Lucy ever does it.”