"I suppose I must talk to you, for appearances' sake," said the blonde Miss Tupper.
"Why so?" said Skippy haughtily, for having just reacted from blondes, blondes did not appeal to him.
"You ask?"
"Certainly I ask, and I think an apology is due my friend and myself," said Skippy from his great fund of literary conversations.
"Well, I like that!"
"You cut us dead twice on the deck and then pretended not to know Arthur when he started to speak to you," said Skippy icily.
Miss Margarita Tupper looked at him with the intuitive suspicion of the righteous.
"I don't believe a word of it," she said.
"That is adding insult to injury," said Skippy, still in the best fictional manner. "Pardon me if I do not pursue this conversation any longer."
"I guess that'll hold the old girl," he said, chuckling inwardly. But alas for such vanities, or was it the unseen moral guardians which may be expected to watch over the daughters of the upright! The sudden shift of his indignant body was attended with fatal results.