tardiness at the early hotel dinner would not be objected to, of course; but it would be commented upon and would require some sort of explanation, however light.
"Can't I see you then?" he asked, nevertheless.
"Oh, I've got to go right straight home to dinner, and then to help Mama with the dishes!"
Kenneth had a bright idea.
"Well, you don't stay open on Sunday!" he pointed out. "Will you go for a walk with me on Sunday?"
She considered a moment, looking down, the wild rose on her fair cheek deepening.
"I should be very pleased to," she decided primly.
"Where do you live?" asked Kenneth.
But for some reason she did not want to tell him that.
"I will meet you at the beach near the wharf at three o'clock," she told him; nor would she consider any other arrangement.
Kenneth was on the beach fifteen minutes before the hour. A little past three she joined him. She had on a little shell-shaped hat thrust forward low over her bang, a voluminous plaited cloth skirt with bustle, and a thin knit jersey—then a new fashion—that defined frankly the upper lines of her figure. She was walking very demurely, her hands crossed in front, the muscles of her shoulders held rigid. To Kenneth's boyish hail she replied:
"I am very pleased to see you to-day, Mr. Boyd."
They turned up the hard beach and fell into step. Kenneth realized with a little start of surprise that she was a much smaller girl than he had thought—indeed, the top of her quaint forward-tilting hat was not much above his shoulder. The Kandy Kitchen surroundings had invested her with a fictitious height.
The tide was low. A hard, wide, dark-brown beach offered itself as a boulevard, shining, and with occasional puddles in depressions as though it had just been raining. A single line of surf close to shore heaved itself wearily to the height of a foot or so, and fell as though letting go all holds after the performance of a duty. The wash crept stealthily up its required distance, and retired with a faint rattling of little stones. Gulls wheeled on motionless wing. Every log mooring-buoy of the
