Miss Langdon entered dressed in a sailor suit. “You see,” she explained, “I just realized that a promise is a promise and so I’ve come to go yachting with you. Can you go now?”
“Can I go?” asked Andrews. “Just watch me.” And giving his desk cover a pull, he reached for his hat and said, “I’m ready now.”
“It took you less time to get ready than it took me,” she smiled.
Andrews looked admiringly at her costume but said nothing. The distance to the pier was not long, and today Andrews found it much shorter than usual. Given, a bright vivacious girl and a man who appreciates that kind, and it needs no mathematician to prove that they will make a congenial couple.
The day was delightful. Just the right amount of wind was blowing for a sail. They talked pleasantly for some time as the big yacht skimmed over the water like a great white bird. Then Andrews said, “Miss Langdon, I have a friend who says that all women are flirts. Is he right?”
“Really Mr. Andrews, you take me at a disadvantage.”
“How so?”
“Why, you ask me either to laud or condemn myself, and you know that no man can, on trial, be compelled to give testimony against himself.”
Andrews laughed. “Let’s change the subject. See that school of red fish?”
“Yes.”