“Oh, Dorothy,” cried the Captain, with a deep sigh, “if we’ve got back again to Johnson—” He waved his hand and shook his head.
The maid opened the door and said, looking at Dorothy:
“Mr. Paterson and Mr. Johnson.”
“Just show them into the morning room,” said Dorothy, rising. “Captain Kempt, it is awfully good of you to have listened so patiently to a scheme of which you couldn’t possibly approve.”
“Patiently!” sniffed the daughter.
“Now I want you to do me another kindness.”
She went to the desk and picked up a piece of paper.
“Here is a check I have signed—a blank check. I wish you to buy the yacht ‘Walrus’ just as she stands, and make the best bargain you can for me. A man is so much better at this kind of negotiation than a woman.”
“But surely, my dear Dorothy, you won’t persist in buying this yacht?”
“It’s her own money, father,” put in Katherine.