Guiltily Sylvia took off her sparkling regalia; tumbled it unceremoniously into its case; and slipped it into the drawer underneath a pile of nightdresses. Then she softly unlocked the door and sauntered out.
It was none too soon, for Marcia was speaking to her.
"Sylvia?"
"Yes."
"How would you feel about going over to the village for the mail and to do some errands? The tide is out and you could walk. Prince needs a run."
"I'd love to go."
"That's fine. Here is a list of things we need at the store. Just be sure not to dally too long and get marooned over in town."
"I'll watch out."
"You're sure you don't mind going?"
"No, indeed. I shall enjoy being out."