"None at all."
"Didn't he ask if he might?"
"No. To tell the truth, I went to find a book for him and was gone so long he apparently became either peeved or impatient at my delay and like a silly small boy went home mad, taking the boat with him—at least that's my version of the story."
"Perhaps he did it to punish you."
"Perhaps. Anyway, whether he took it as a joke or as a reprisal, I shall give him a good lecture when I see him. It is a serious thing to be left out here with no way of getting to land. We might have needed the dory sorely. In fact, here we are with this tremendously important letter that must be posted immediately—willy-nilly."
With eyes brimming with laughter, Marcia shot a mischievous glance at her companion.
"It isn't just to thank Hortie for the candy that I'm writing," that young lady replied sedately. "You see, he asked if he might come to Wilton for his summer vacation. He has to know so he can make his plans."
"But it is only the last of April, beloved."
"Men need to know such things well in advance. They have to adjust their business," returned Sylvia magnificently.
"I see," smiled Marcia. "Under such conditions, I suppose the sooner the letter is sent the better."