LADIES-IN-WAITING
“I won’t budge a step till you tell me all about it!”
“Then you’ll grow to this green bench and have to be cut away by your faithful Marmaduke!”
“Is it a secret?”
“It does n’t exist at all for you. You are not of age, Dolly.”
“I’m old enough to know the things one can learn by heart!” was Dolly’s comment.
When the Diana was leaving St. Thomas at sunset and we were well on our way to St. Croix, Dolly made a half confidence.
“You are not my chaperon, Charlotte, because in my hour of need I simply fastened myself to you like a limpet, or an albatross, or a barnacle, or any other form of nautical vampire that you prefer. Still, I might as well confess that I cabled to Duke, or wirelessed, or did something awfully expensive of that sort at St. Thomas while you were having that interminable talk with the captain, who, by the way, is married and devoted to his wife, they say.”
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