“Yes, George.”
“Betty, don’t you think you were an awful fool to come on a crazy trip like this?”
She smiled as if humoring him.
“Why do you say that, George?”
“Suppose folks should hear about it?”
“What then?”
“Betty—you—all alone on a yacht with me. What’ll folks think if they know?”
“They do know,” she said. “I told my folks and friends where I was going.”
“Yes, but you told them my sister was on board.”
“Certainly—as you told me.”