"I am afraid it is only a selfish thing on my part," added the skipper, as he bestowed upon his beautiful companion a look of admiration, beneath which she blushed even as she gazed into the clear waters of the lake. "Phil," called he, turning to me.
"Here," I replied, springing up from my reclining posture on the forward deck.
"I wish you would hoist the new burgee. We ought to wear our gayest colors to-day."
"Where is it?"
"In the cabin after locker, starboard side. Run it up, if you please."
I went into the cabin, and found the flag. It was a gay affair, in bright colors, with the new name of the yacht inscribed upon it. I attached it to the halyards, and ran it up to the mast-head. Miss Collingsby took no notice of it, but continued to gaze into the water.
"What do you think of my new burgee, Miss Collingsby?" asked the skipper.
"It is very pretty indeed," she replied, with more indifference than it seemed quite polite to display. "It is as gay as the rest of the boat. You are fond of bright colors, Mr. Waterford."
"In a boat, I am. Do you see the name which is upon it?"
"Marian!" exclaimed she, after spelling out the name upon the flag. "What does that mean?"