“Well, if we were in Hawaii and these fish came into the harbor we might expect to hear of the death of a member of the royal family. The Hawaiians have a superstition that these fish come to announce the death of a chief. Are you at all superstitious?”
“Well, I believe that thirteen is an unlucky number.”
“Yes?”
“There were thirteen of us in our club and all but five got married before the club was a year old.”
“What kind of a club; Browning or Shakespeare?”
“Neither. We had vowed solemn vows that we would not marry until—” she stopped short.
“Why do you stop?” Andrews asked.
“You men say that women can not keep a secret. I guess that you are right. I came near giving our club secret away.”
They soon landed, and giving Diana in charge of her uncle, who was at the dock waiting for them, Andrews went to the club.
“Diana,” said her uncle, “what made you go with Andrews after you said that you would not?”