Bert looked up quickly. "Whose child is it?" she asked.
"I don't know," said Kat, venomously. "Just some brat that was playing on the beach;—and to think that my own sister risked her precious life for anyone like that! It is outrageous!" And Kat turned to go back to her still prostrate sister.
Bert turned inquiring eyes to Dick.
"It is Evalani Malua's child," he said, quietly, without looking at her.
"Oh-h!" Bert's tone was expressive of sudden and startled enlightenment; but she made no added comment, merely continued her work, and presently took the now nearly recovered child close into her arms and carried him out upon the lawn and sat down in the sunshine, Dick following and continuing to chafe the cold little feet.
In a few moments Kat helped her sister to rise and the two girls came up from the sand on the way to the house, and would have passed them without notice, but Dick intercepted them. "What do you expect me to do about this?" he asked, crisply.
Both of the girls looked frightened and Calista slumped down upon a canvas lawn chair and Kat stopped close beside her, on guard. "II don't know what you mean," said Calista; but Kat's clutch upon her shoulder was so sharp that she winced visibly. She was never expected to talk without a cue. It was Kat who answered.
