“You'll be some time in Honolulu, Miss Fane?”
She nodded. “I’ve sent for my servants,” she told him. “They’ve taken a house for me on the beach. I stifle in hotels—and then, too, people are always staring at me. I hope it’s a large house—”
“It is,” Bradshaw cut in. “I was out there yesterday. They’re all set and waiting for you. I saw your butler—and your secretary, Julie O'Neill. Speaking of that, some day I’d like to ask you where you find secretaries like her.”
Shelah smiled. “Oh, Julie’s much more than a secretary. Sort of a daughter—almost. Though of course that’s absurd to say, for we’re nearly the same age.”
“Is that so?” said the boy—to himself.
“Julie’s mother was a dear friend of mine, and when she died four years ago, I took the child in. One must do a good deed occasionally,” she added, modestly looking down at the deck.
“Sure,’ agreed Bradshaw. “If we don’t we'll never be tapped for the Boy Scouts. Julie was telling me how kind you’ve been—"
“I’ve been amply repaid,” the star assured him. “Julie is a darling.”
“Isn’t she?” replied the boy heartily. “If I had my rhyming dictionary along, I’d give you a good description of the girl right here and now.”
Shelah Fane looked at him suddenly. “But Julie got in only two days ago——”
“Yes—and so did I. Made a flying trip to Los Angeles, and came back on the same boat with her. The best crossing I ever had. You know—moonlight, silver seas, a pretty girl—"
