"No, I don't, I'm takin' ye fur my gal, an' it's my duty t' see that ye don't furgit yer trainin' over on the boarder-struck mainland! But what's wrong 'long o' Mrs. Jo G.'s gal?"
"Nothing. Except she keeps dressed up to entertain the boarders, and takes tips. That's what she calls them."
"Tips?" Billy wrinkled his brows.
"Yes. Money for doing nothing. Cap'n Daddy, I work for my money."
"Doin' what?" Billy's insistence was growing vexatious.
"Daddy, don't you ever tell!" Janet danced in front of him and walked backward as she pointed a finger merrily.
The moonlight streaming upon the girl showed her beauty in a witchlike brightness. It stirred Billy in an uneasy, anxious fashion.
"There ain't no call t' tell any one," he said, "you an' me is enough t' know. Us an' them what pays ye!"
"Cap'n Daddy; I'm—a—model!"
"A modil—what?"