piece tomato-colored bathing dress rose from another part of the beach and came and sat on the other side of him.
Antonia, with a thin brown arm, still smelling very slightly of crabs in spite of her swim, clasped about Pearl's neck, blew in her governess' ear the information that this was Caroline Temple, Durland's best girl. Like so many courtships, this one, to the outside world, seemed to be carried on principally by the lady. She neither looked at nor spoke to Pearl and Antonia.
To Durland she said, "Shall we go in now?"
Durland was digging a small hole near Miss Exeter's hand; his shoulder was turned to Caroline and he did not shift it as he replied, "You can if you like."
There was a pause. Apparently she didn't like, for she did not move, and after a time she said in the same tone of lowered confidence, "I have the car here. I'll drive you home."
"Thanks," said Durland. "I'm on my bicycle." Another pause.
"Shall we play tennis this afternoon?"
"I may," answered Durland.
Pearl began to feel her sex pride wounded. She bent forward, and beaming upon the newcomer, she said, "You play tennis?"
Caroline just glanced at her.