She saw him leap down from pier to sand, and gave him a wave of the hand; then, seeing that he was heading toward her, she turned and awaited him.
“Come, Dick, I want you to pull the Captain higher up.”
Dick did as he was bid, without a word. And then, with a look and tone that told her plainly what was to come next, he asked, “What are you going to do now?”
“I guess I 'll have to see if mother wants me. I've been sailing ever since dinner.”
“You haven't any time for me, then?”
“Why, of course I have,—lots of it. But I can't see you all the while.”
“No, I suppose you can't—not if you go sailing with those boys.”
Annie's mischievous nature leaped at the chance this speech gave her. “They aren't boys, Dick; Mr. Beveridge is older than most of the students. He told me all about himself the other day.”
“Oh, he did.”
“Yes. He was brought up on a farm, and he has had to work his way through school. When he first came here, he got off the train with only just three dollars and a half in his pocket, and he didn't have any idea where he was going to get his next dollar. I think it's pretty brave of a man to work as hard as that for an education.”