told you, I have another pair."
"No," she said, "I don't think that I shall need them any more. The girls will never take that climb again. I can imagine how that one trip must have laid them up with listerine and cold creme. I am surprised they got about again as soon as they did. I've been up there, and it's no joke of a climb, I can tell you."
Dick leaned forward and took the glasses from her hand. "All right," he said; "I shall be keeping my eye out for them, anyway."
The girl still stood clasping the ironwood tassels, her face looking like that of a dryad peering through. "I was going to say," she offered, hesitatingly, "that if you really would be more comfortable with those boards taken down from this end of your lanai, I don't mind—now. You see," she added, with a rueful smile and a tiny catch in her breath, "I haven't anything to hide from you any more."
Dick's face was glowing. "That's fine of you," he said; "I'll have Moto take them down right away. It will make a lot of difference to me." And this in spite of the fact that ever since that one disastrous kona period, the trade wind had been sweeping clear and sweet the full length of his lanai every day and all day and all night.
"You are sure," she asked, "that little David's noise will not disturb you?"
"Not the least bit in the world. Not the very
