The next day came a telegram from Underley, giving that as Glyddyr’s temporary address.
Gellow wrote back advising that the yacht should in future sail under another name, with her owner incog, and he added that the coast at Danmouth was now clear.
Volume One—Chapter Thirteen.
Hearts are not Deformed.
“Now Claude, darling, what do you think of me?” said Mary, one morning; “am I beautiful as a flower in spring?”
“No,” said Claude gravely; “only what you are, my dear little cousin; why?”
Mary’s face was flushed, and her eyes were sparkling as much from mischief as pleasure as she caught her cousin’s hand, led her softly to the open window of her bedroom, and pointed down.
Claude looked at her wonderingly, but she was too well used to her companion’s whims to oppose her, and she looked down.