“What’s that?” Dave asked, as they all sat on the porch, a little later. “You want to go down in our steel ball?”
“Yes. Yes—I—I’d like to.” The words took real courage, as she did not want to. In fact—she was dreadfully frightened at the thought. And yet—
“Well,” said Dave, “I don’t see why you shouldn’t—tomorrow.”
“To—tomorrow?” She shuddered slightly, but he could not see her, in the dark.
“Yes, tomorrow. There’ll be no picture-taking. I’m going after a sea-green monster—probably the largest octopus anyone ever saw!”
“Oh—o—o!”
“He won’t get you,” Dave laughed. “Can’t get inside the ball. What do you say? Is it a date?”
“Yes—I—yes! Yes! Sure it is!”
“Fine! Can you be on board at eight in the morning?”
“Yes—I—I’ll be there. Thanks—thanks a lot!”