"I think so," said the child. "Your boat is second, and it wants to bump into the boat in f'ont—is that it?"
"Yes."
"Well, do it just when you pass us, will you?"
"I'll try," said Hughie, beginning to brighten up. "But it may take longer than that. About the Railway Bridge, I should think."
"And after the race will you take me home again?" inquired the lady anxiously.
"Can't be done, I'm afraid. The race finishes miles from Ditton, where you will be; and I shouldn't be able to get back in time. You had better drive home with the others."
"When shall I see you again, then?" demanded Miss Gaymer, who was not of an age to be reticent about the trend of her virgin affections.
"About seven. You are all coming to dine in my rooms."
"Ooh!" exclaimed his companion in a flutter of excitement. "How long can I sit up?"
"Ask Mrs. Ames," replied the diplomatic Hughie.