behaving to-night I wouldn't even know we did care for the same things."
"But we do, Nelson."
"Well, then," he said reproachfully, "I think you might act more like it, Claire. The way you been acting to-night I wouldn't know whether you cared for the same things or just never thought about anything in the world except mere sex appeal. You haven't promised you'll go out in their old boat with 'em yet, have you?"
"Promised who?"
"Platter Thomas and Bill Reek."
"Which ones are they, Nelson? I've met so many and I get their names mixed up."
At this he was relieved. "Well, I'm glad you do," he said. "So you haven't."
"Haven't what?"
"Haven't said you'd go out in their boat."
"Let me see." A slight frown, as of perplexity, appeared upon her pretty brow. "There were three boys who asked me to motor with them, and one to go canoeing"
"What!" Nelson interrupted. "You didn't"
"Oh, yes," she said, remembering. "And there were two that talked about motorboating. One
