Enid blushed prettily. She glanced at herself in a small mirror on the wall. Trust a woman to find a mirror in any apartment.
"I suppose Jack will ask me to marry him," she mused.
"And what will you reply?"
The girl's lips parted. Her eyes shone for an instant. Then she buried her face against her sister's bosom.
"O, Connie," she wailed, "I shall hate to leave you and dad. Why hasn't Jack got a brother as nice as himself."
Whereupon Constance laughed loud and long.
The relief was grateful to both. Enid's idea of a happy solution of the domestic difficulty appealed to their easily stirred sense of humor.
"Never mind, dear," gasped Constance at last. "You shall marry your Jack and invite all the nice men to dinner. Good gracious! I will have the pick of the navy. Perhaps the Admiral may be a widower."
With flushed faces they reached the region of light. Brand was writing at a small desk in the service-room.
"Something seems to have amused you," he said. "I have heard weird peals ascending from the depths."