"Please sit perfectly still," she said; "a girl likes to do this sort of
thing for a man."
"If I'd known that," he laughed, "I'd have had it happen frequently."
She only shook her head, watching him unsmiling. But the pulse in her
had become very quiet again.
"It's no end of fun in that canoe," he observed. "Gladys Orchil and I
work it beautifully."
"I saw you did," she nodded.
"Oh! Where were you? Why didn't you come?"
"I don't know. Gladys called you. I was waiting for you--expecting you.
Then Gladys called you."
"I didn't see you," he said.
"I didn't call you," she observed serenely. And, after a moment: "Do you
see only those who hail you, Captain Selwyn?"
He laughed: "In this life's cruise a good sailor always answers a
friendly hail."
"So do I," she said. "Please hail me after this--because I don't care to
take the initiative. If you neglect to do it, don't count on my hailing
you . . . any more."
The stain spread on the kerchief; once more she went to the water's
edge, rinsed it, and returned with it.
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