"Oh, no—I think—that what you said—what you said—was a foolish thing to say. If I came to you with my sisters Lee and Phyllis, you wouldn't know which of the three I was, and yet—you said—you said——"
"It isn't a question of words—it's a question of feeling. Do you really think I shouldn't know you from your sisters?"
"I am sure of it," said Gay.
"But if you weren't?"
"Then I should still think that you had tried to be foolish but I shouldn't be angry."
"How," said Pritchard, his eyes twinkling, "shall I convince the girl I love—that I know her by sight?"
Gay laughed. The idea seemed rather comical to her.
"To-night," she said, "when you have dined, walk down to the dock alone. One of us three will come to you and say: 'Too bad we didn't have better luck.' And you won't know if she's Lee or Phyllis or me."