But by that time she was doing exactly what Brassid had asked—looking at him with the most wonderful eyes of blue Brassid had seen since his mother died. Brassid funked ingloriously. Think of it!
“The lady with the lorgnon has seen us, and is coming,” she warned.
“Yes!”
He was frightened, too.
“Let us swim a little.”
“Yes.”
They plunged in.
“Be careful,” said Brassid.
“My grandfather was a whaler,” she laughed back as she raced away to sea.
“Oh, you can swim!” he exclaimed joyously.