"You really want me to go—with Mrs. Page?"
"Why not?"
"It sounds a bit gay—you know I'm not exactly accustomed to that sort of thing—"
"You mustn't believe the stories you hear of her."
"I'll go—and find out!" she exclaimed suddenly. "Yes, I'll go; what time does the boat go?" Her mood had grown almost eager.
"We can just catch the one forty-five. I'll ring them up and let them know we're coming."
"No—I want to see her face when she first sees me. Mrs. Page!" she laughed to herself grimly.
"Cly, what's the matter with you to-day?" he demanded, turning upon her suspiciously.
She opened her eyes very wide. "Why?"
"Oh, you're different."