"Not to-morrow, then?"
"Perhaps not."
"For I have sent for the photographer," said she, "and he may be here the day after."
"But I will stay over," said he; "oh, yes, certainly; I should be so pleased if I can be of the least service to you."
"Oh, thank you." And then she hesitated. "To-morrow—to-morrow you will simply be waiting for the mid-day mail?"
"Yes—is there anything that I can do for you in any way?"
"Oh, no," she made answer, with still further hesitation. "Some day—I am going to ask you to let me have a peep at the Sirène. She seems such a pretty little yacht."
"Won't you come along and look over her to-morrow morning, if the weather is fine?" said he, quickly.
"Would you like to go, Käthchen?" asked Mary, with a little shyness.
"Oh, I should be delighted," answered the useful Käthchen, divining what was wanted of her.