"Is mademoiselle going to stay here long?"—Nanette at times felt privileged to take liberties.
"Gracious, Nanette!" complained Myrna sweetly. "What a question! How can you possibly expect me to know?"
Nanette arranged the tray perfunctorily.
"There was a man who left a message with that imbecile proprietor for mademoiselle early this morning," she observed. "Mademoiselle has engaged a boatman?"
"A boatman? Certainly not!" declared Myrna Bliss. "Not without seeing the boat—and I have seen no boat!"
"But mademoiselle engages a cottage without seeing the cottage," murmured Nanette slyly.
"That will do, Nanette!" said Myrna severely. "There was but one cottage; there are dozens of boats. It is quite a different matter. What did the man say?"
"That he was obliged to go out for the four o'clock fishing this morning," said Nanette, pouting a little at the rebuke; "but that he would go to mademoiselle at the cottage early in the forenoon."
A row of little white teeth crunched into a piece of crisp toast.
"Very well, Nanette." Myrna's brows pursed up thoughtfully. "You may get out that new marquisette from Fallard's; and, I think"—she glanced out of the window—"my sunbonnet. And, Nanette"—suddenly impatient—"hurry, please—since father is waiting."