II
They came out again, dripping, gleaming, Julia laughing, Jennie without a smile.
"I'll wait here for you," I said to Julia as I replaced her wrap on her shoulders.
"Right you are. Ten minutes. Come along, Jennie——"
The billowing escholtzia-yellow and the closely-gathered white retreated up the beach again.
In a quarter of an hour Julia returned alone. She sat down by my side.
"Jennie wouldn't come. She's taken the things in. George," she suddenly demanded, "is that child in love?"
I parried. "Is that a thing I should be very likely to know?"
"Then I'll tell you. She is. All the signs—every one. She can't sit still in one place for five minutes. Poor little darling!" she smiled. "I remember so well...."