“Bathing suit, silly!”
“Great heavens! And you can pack it in that?”
“Ought I to have brought a trunk?”
“A trunk? I hate to say it.”
“Don’t.”
Now to King Dubignon was revealed a new Billee. She was the spirit of light and laughter, and the faces of all who saw her that day shone with sympathy and admiration. She was a child out of school, and seeing the world for the first time.
“Poor little girl,” he said within, an ache deep down, “she hasn’t had much fun. Never mind, it’s coming some day.” It was coming that day. It had in fact already arrived.
“King,” breathlessly, after a daring pressure of his hand, “bear with me to-day. I’m simply wild, wild! and not responsible. I’ve heard good news, great news, and it’s killing me with happiness. It’s my great day, you big, handsome, loving boy!—my boy!”
“Keep going, Billee, I’ll never stop you. Am I in on it?”
“Are you? Are you? How could it be good news if you were not?”