“Hurry and dress, we’re dining at the club. I wish you the joy of your job,” she added, as he left her.
A day or two later, when Wally came out of the bath house on the way to swim, he encountered his daughter on the beach.
“I’ll swim with you, Wally,” she said.
“No, thanks. I’m going to the raft.”
“So am I,” she answered.
He looked at her and laughed. She looked like a Kewpie in her abbreviated bathing suit, with water wings fastened to her back. She walked rapidly into the sea, and, perforce, he followed. Miss Wilder shouted orders in vain from the shore. The tide was running in, and nearly high, so she was over her depth in a second, but she paddled out toward the distant raft, her head well out of the water, thanks to her wings. Much amused, Wally swam beside her into deep water.
“It was a great surprise to me, the day I found I could swim,” she said.
“It must have been,” he laughed.
“It was a pleasant day,” she added.