PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
Peter. "And, say, you hypocritical old cuss, I like your cheek, rowing me because I didn't do my duty by that Roberts girl! Why, confound you, why don't you play your own hand decently? Miss Standley has yawned her head off ever since we left home!"
"To the devil with Miss Standley! And you, too! Anyway, we're going home. I've had a telegram"
"Sure; I know; and I don't wish her any harm, but I hope she chokes!"
"She?" demanded Gordon irascibly.
"Whoever she is," replied Peter calmly. "Trust a woman to spoil the fun somehow or other. Why the dickens don't you run home by rail, hold her hand awhile and come back and finish out the cruise? We'll get on all right, old chap."
"You're a fool four ways from the ace!"
"Well," Peter chuckled, "I'm not fool enough to believe in that telegram!"
