She had no idea of being on your float. She
asked me what I thought she'd better be, and she said all the most
desirable parts were already assigned."
"H'm, quite so! Oh, of course,--certainly! Yes, yes, INDEED!"
"What's the matter with you, Bill? Are you raving? Your speech is
a bit incoherent."
"Incoherent, is it? Lucky for you! If I were coherent, or said
what I'm thinking, you'd be some surprised! You go on making your
pencil marks while I think this thing out. All right, Baby; did
Uncle Bill joggle you too much? There,--now you're comfy again,
aren't you? I say, Laurence, I'll have my picture taken some other
day. Excuse me now, won't you? I have a few small fish to fry.
Come, Babykins, let's go find mummy."
"H'm," said Laurence Cromer to himself, as Bill swung off with
mighty strides toward the house. "Somehow, I fancy he'll regain
his lost Spirit of the Sea, or there'll be something doing!"
Baby May was gently, if somewhat unceremoniously, deposited in her
mother's lap, and Bill said gaily, "Much obliged for this dance.
Reserve me one for to-morrow morning at the same hour. And, I say,
Mrs. Kenerley, could you put me on the trail of Miss Fairfield?"
"She went off in her runabout with Roger Farrington.
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