“The steel ball! How could we?”
“Well,” Johnny replied slowly, “perhaps we couldn’t. That was just a notion. But we could be counter-spies.”
“But we’re not!”
“That,” he laughed, “is what they may not know.”
“Oh, you and your spies!” she exclaimed. “You’re always taking the joy out of life. Look at that moon!”
“I have been looking at it. Big as a barrel!”
“Gorgeous,” she agreed. “Do you know?” she stepped over to the rail. “I’ve been thinking of that picture you suggested—the one painted beneath the sea. It would be wonderfully colorful—all those bright, tropical fish, the waving water-ferns, the coral, and all that. I’m going to try it, some time. Only—”
“Only what?”
“The sharks.”
“They won’t trouble you. I’ll stay on deck and watch. If anything comes after you, I’ll be right down. Is it a bargain?”