“That's the way I'd save you if you had called for help. How'd you like it?”
“It was sweet to give up and feel myself in your power, dear!”
His drooping eyes were devouring her exquisite figure outlined so perfectly in the clinging suit.
“I was afraid to wear this in New York,” she said demurely.
“I can't blame you. If you'd ever have gone on the beach at Coney Island in that, there'd have been a riot.”
He lifted her in his arms and kissed her.
“And you're all mine, Kiddo! It's too good to be true! I'm afraid to wake up mornings now for fear I'll find I've just been dreaming.”
They plunged again in the water, and side by side swam far out from the shore, circled gracefully and returned.
Hours they spent snuggling in the warm sand. Not a sound of the world beyond the bay broke the stillness. The music of the water's soft sighing came on their ears in sweet, endless cadence. The wind was gentle and brushed their cheeks with the softest caress. Far out at sea, white-winged sails were spread—so far away they seemed to stand in one spot forever. The deep cry of an ocean steamer broke the stillness at last.
“We must dress for dinner, Jim!” she sighed.