“Cricket, my dear,” said he, “I feel that there is an excess of Percy!”
She blazed in silent fury.
“Cricket, don’t be cross. It was only a joke to tease your beaux. They were funny, standin’ there in their neat white flannels, weren’t they now?”
No answer.
They were received with a shout of delight from the boat. Haven met them at the rail and greeted Isabelle.
“Larry, you win!” he shouted, and they all shook hands with the Captain and beat him on the back.
“Win?” inquired Isabelle.
“Major O’Dell bet Larry that he couldn’t get you aboard and Larry took him.”
“Major O’Dell, that wasn’t fair,” cried Isabelle.