Roy looked up from the paper-littered desk as Peggy flung breathlessly into his sanctum. He knew that only unusual news would have led her to interrupt his work in which she was as keenly interested as he was.
"What is it, Sis?" he asked, "you look as excited as if the Statue of Liberty had paid us a visit and was now doing a song and dance on the front lawn."
"Oh, Roy, do be serious. Listen—who do you suppose has come back to Sandy Beach?"
"Not the least idea. Who?"
"Fanning Harding!"
"Fan Harding! The dickens!"
"Isn't it, and more than that, he is down at the Mortlake plant now. He is going to take up the Cobweb. And who do you think is to be his companion?"
"Give it up."
"Regina Mortlake!"
"Phew!" whistled the boy, "a new conquest for the irresistible Fanning, eh?"