"Isn't it a heavenly night? What shall we do?"
Chris laughed rather grimly. "I've nothing to do. I'm quite at your service."
"Really?" Her eyes were bright it the half-light. "Well, then, 68 shall we take a boat and row out to meet the moon?"
"Meet the moon!" Chris echoed blankly.
She laughed. "Yes, isn't that what romantic people do? I know I'm not a romantic person, but I'm going to pretend to be, just for one night——"
She laid her hand on his arm. "Do! It will be such fun."
Her excitement was rather infectious, and after the smallest hesitation Chris yielded.
"Oh, all right. Can we get a boat?"
"Of course we can." She kept her hand through his arm as they went down the sands to look for an old boatman from whom Mrs. Heriot declared she had often hired boats before.
"Do ye want me to come along with yer?" he asked, as he dragged a skiff down to the water's edge.