“Hired one of those, too?” asked Jeanette.
“Not actually hired,” corrected Martha; “sort of borrowed.”
“Who is it?” asked Miss Ashton quickly.
“Mr. Pierce.”
“And who might he be?”
“Why, the purser. Don’t you remember?”
“Oh, you foul weather friend,” said Jeanette, laughing.
“My friend in need, you mean.”
“Well, you might give us an account of yourself,” suggested Miss Ashton.
“I was coming up Main Street for the third time, hunting for the garage, after having asked several people where such an establishment was located, when I ran right into Mr. Pierce, figuratively and literally.