“Your pin is coming unfastened,” remarked Boswell to Ruth, as they were speeding along, and he motioned to a bit of lace at her throat—lace caught up with a simple gold bar clasp.
“Oh, thank you,” she answered, as she fastened it, and then she blushed, and was angry at herself for doing it.
“Where is that lovely old-fashioned brooch you used to wear?” asked Madge, looking at her chum.
“Oh—er—I wouldn’t wear it out in a boat, anyhow,” said Ruth, blushing redder than before. “I—I might lose it. See, wasn’t that a fish that jumped over there!” and she pointed to the left, glad of a chance to change the subject.
“Yes, and a jolly big fellow, too!” declared Pierce. “Why can’t we get up a fishing party, and take you girls?” he asked. “My word, it would be jolly sport! We could take our lunch, and have tea in the woods, a regular outing, dontcherknow.”
“That’s the ticket!” exclaimed Boswell. “Will you girls come?” and he looked particularly at Ruth.
“I don’t know,” she replied and then, in the spirit of mischief, she added: “I’ll ask my brother. Perhaps he’d like to come. He is a good fisherman.”
“Oh—er—it wasn’t so much about the fish that I was thinking,” spoke Pierce, a bit dismayed, and then he dropped the subject.
“Are you fond of old-fashioned jewelry?” asked Boswell, in a low voice to Ruth. “I mean old brooches and the like?”
“Yes—why?” asked Ruth rather startled.