“I salute my adversary,” laughed Mr. Pennimore. “Now shall we call a truce and take a walk down to the beach?”
“I want Dan—” Gerald pulled himself up and colored.
Mr. Pennimore glanced at Dan and their eyes met. Each smiled a little.
“I guess if you’re going to room together next year,” said the former, “there’s no harm in learning each other’s first names, eh, Dan?”
“No, sir.”
“I want him to see the yacht, sir,” went on Gerald hurriedly. “Couldn’t we go aboard?”
“Now?” asked his father. “Why not take a sail after luncheon? I guess Dan would like that better than just looking over the boat. Wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, sir, very much,” replied Dan eagerly. “I—I’ve never been on a yacht.”
“Oh, glory!” shouted Gerald. “Think of that! We’ll have a dandy time, won’t we, father?”