"How could I? We're friends, you know."
"Yes," she assented with deep content. "We're friends."
At home Dee asked her: "Did you try your rescue party, kid?"
"What rescue party?" returned Pat dreamily. "Oh, that! I trow some not! He won't be the one that needs help when the water gets deep."
"I suppose not," acquiesced Dee. She thought that Pat meant Constance.
CHAPTER X
Wandering into the drawing-room on one of her infrequent and languid tours of inspection, Constance was astonished to find Mary Delia contemplating herself in the full-length mirror. She was clad in a new and modish bathing suit.
"What do you think of it?" she asked her elder sister, turning slowly about.