“Yes, we've never been, and I told Henry we really ought to go! I am tired of being asked if I don't think it's pleasant, and having to say I don't know anything about it.”
“You'll have to fly around and get ready, then, for we must take the next train in if we want to catch that boat. You'll go,” he added as his wife slipped away to dress, “won't you, Nannie?”
Nannie stood regarding him with one of her elfin looks.
“You need me, don't you?” she said.
He laughed rather awkwardly. He always felt uncomfortable when Nannie looked at him that way.
“Why, yes, of course. We shall be glad of your company.”
“I know why you wanted me to-day,” said Nannie later on, when she was sitting out on the deck of the boat with him while Mrs. Misfit was taking a nap in the saloon.
He turned and looked at her, and saw it would be of no use to try to evade.
“There's something uncanny about this girl,” he said to himself.
“You wanted me—you and Lillie both wanted me to stand between you. You couldn't endure each other's company for a day. It would bore you to death.”