She answered carelessly, "Oh, I think the stream will carry it down."
Cynthia sat in meditative pose for some moments. "Now where could that have come from? Oh, yes! I believe I know now. Yes, that must be it. You see Heloïse and I were comparing lockets one day just before I left Martinique. I remember now that William Brown's picture was always loose. It fell out. Heloïse had this one of you, and somehow, as we were putting them back, they got exchanged. I remember Heloïse admired William Brown very much. She said she thought him the handsomest man she had ever seen. I can send Heloïse this, and she will send me William."
"Mine's in the stream," said I. "Did you know who the picture was meant for?" I asked.
Cynthia cast down her eyes.
"I had seen you passing the hotel," she answered. "Uncle told me that you were the new Mate."
I arose crestfallen. That perfidious Heloïse!
"Then this absurd marriage is off?" said I.
"Well," said she, "you know what Uncle is. He's set his heart—I hate to disapp——"
"Come and get your pork!" called the Skipper.
We went up to our early supper.