“It’s quite an old house,” said Faith embarrassedly. “Father’s grandfather built it almost a hundred years ago. There wasn’t much of anything on the Neck in those days, they say, except the lighthouse. Do you live around here?”
“No, my home’s in Pennsylvania. I wish I did live around here, though, for I’m crazy about the water and boating and fishing and—”
“And being shipwrecked?” suggested Faith with a laugh.
“N—no,” Bee acknowledged, echoing her laughter, “I guess I can do without that for awhile. I was in a blue funk out there. And—and I’d have been seasick in about another minute, I guess.”
“You were both very foolish to go out in a boat you didn’t understand,” said Faith gravely. “Besides, I never think a motor boat is really safe, anyway, do you?”
“I don’t know. I never was in one until this morning.”
“Why—but I thought you said—you understood them!”
“Oh,” responded Bee carelessly, “I had to say that to get Hal to go out. He wanted to wait and find someone to show him how to run the thing. We’d have lost a lot of valuable time, you see.”
“Oh! You mean that—you aren’t going to be here long and you didn’t want to waste a day?”