"Why not?"
"Because you'll get married, and—"
Judy shrugged an impatient shoulder. "I am never going to marry," she declared.
"Why not?"
"Because I want my own way," said wilful Judy.
"Oh," said "bossy" Launcelot.
The waves were twinkling in the gold of the morning sun when the tired party sighted the beach below The Breakers.
Judy standing up in the boat with her dark hair blowing around her spied a little waiting group.
"There's Anne—dear Anne—and, why, Launcelot, there's a dog."
"Is there?"