“They say such shocking things, don’t they! . . . Didn’t you catch any fish?”
“Only three. Your better half caught seven,—cheeky young blighter! One beauty.”
Mr. Windrom needed to know what they had been caught with.
“Royal Coach,” said Keble. “It’s the best all round fly.”
Mr. Windrom was incredulous and pettish. “You must have ’em trained to follow your boat.”
“Better luck next time, Mr. Windrom,” Louise ventured. “Keble shall go in your boat, then they’ll have to bite. Meanwhile please show him how to make drinkable cocktails. He needs a lesson.”
She looked at her watch, then smiled at the circle of faces. “It’s just exactly ‘evening’, so we can consider that the party has arrived. Dinner is in an hour. Nobody need change unless he wishes. I’m going to turn back into a woman for dinner, just to prove to my father-in-law what an awful failure I am as a boy. Meanwhile I’ll race anybody up the hill.”
“I’m on,” said Mr. Cutty.
“Me too,” said Dare.
“Any handicap for skirts?” inquired Alice.