"She's an awful nice girl just the same."
"I don't doubt that. Come. We must quit fooling now and hurry or we shall never get home. Marcia will be frantic."
"Marcia?"
"My aunt. I have so much to tell you I hardly know where to begin," sighed Sylvia. "Do listen carefully, for I need your advice."
"What about?"
"A lot of things. It is a long story. You see Marcia has fallen in love with a robber."
"A robber? Your aunt?"
"Uh-huh. I know it sounds odd, but you will understand it better after you have heard the details," nodded Sylvia. "This man, a jewel thief, came to our house one day shipwrecked and hurt, so we took him in."
"A thief?"
Again she nodded.