“Why? You're no wetter than I am, are you?”
“Not a bit, but I'm going to change, just the same. It's the easier way.”
“It is, is it! What's the other way?”
“The other way is to keep on those you're wearing and take the consequences.”
“What consequences?”
“Jamaica ginger, hot water bottles and an afternoon's roast in front of the sitting-room fire. Hephzibah went out sailing with me last October and caught cold. That was enough; no one else shall have the experience if she can help it.”
“But—but good heavens! Kent, do you mean to say you always have to change when you come in from sailing?”
“Except in summer, yes.”
“But why?”
“Because Hephzy tells me to.”