"Foxy—why?"
"Oh, the pinks and blues don't suit you. You need the unusual tints. That amethyst frock you had on the other night fitted in with the twilight, and the old garden and the lilacs; and in the yellow and white you'll be a primrose, flashing in the sun."
"Mrs. Martens has the most wonderful taste," she informed him. "There's a tea-gown of white crape with a little lace wrap—I don't know when I'll wear it, but Mrs. Martens insisted—and a new gown for the yacht club dance to-morrow night,—and you should see my shoes—five pairs of them."
"Such richness!" He smiled into her eager eyes. "Did Diana help you choose?"
"Diana's away—on business in the city. That's why I'm free to do as I please to-day."
"Are you free to do as you please——?" He seized his opportunity. "Then come up to the shed and see my air-ship. We can have a little flight across the harbor."
She shook her head. "Oh, I can't. I have an engagement with Captain Stubbs and Miss Matthews. We are going fishing in the captain's boat, and have lunch on the rocks later."
Justin looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then he said, "Three's a crowd. You ought to have four."
"Are you asking—to be invited?"
"Please——"