Pritchard smoked upon the dock in the light of an arc-lamp. A vision, smiling and rosy, swept out of the darkness, and said:
"Too bad we didn't have better luck!"
"I beg your pardon," said Pritchard, "you're not Miss Gay, but I haven't had the pleasure of being presented to Miss Lee or Miss Phyllis."
The vision chuckled and beat a swift, giggling retreat to a dark spot among the pines, where other giggles awaited her.
A second vision came.
"Too bad we didn't have better luck!"
Pritchard smiled gravely into the vision's eyes, and said in so low a voice that only she could hear:
"Bad luck? I have learned to love you with all my heart and soul."
Silence. An answering whisper.
"How did you know me?"