"So I thought I"d furnish a really interesting name for you to amuse yourself with. I"m sorry you don"t care for it."
Little Miss Grouch"s limpid and lofty consideration pa.s.sed from the anxious physiognomy of the speaker to the mirthful countenances of the other three.
"I"m not sure that I shall ever speak to any of you again," she stated, and, turning her back, marched away from them with lively resentment expressed in every supple line of her figure.
"Young man," said Judge Enderby to his client, as the male quartette, thus cavalierly dismissed, pa.s.sed on, "will you take the advice of an old man?"
"Have I paid for it?" inquired the Tyro.
"You have not. Gratis advice, this. The most valuable kind."
"Shoot, sir."
"Don"t let two blades of gra.s.s grow under your feet where one grew before."
"But--"
"--me no buts. Half an hour I give you. If you haven"t found the young lady in that time I discard you."
Opportunity for successful concealment on shipboard is all but limitless. Hence the impartial recorder must infer that the efforts of Little Miss Grouch to elude pursuit were in no way excessive. A quarter of an hour sufficed for the searcher to locate his object in a sunny nook on the boat-deck. He approached and stood at attention. For several moments she ignored his presence. In point of fact she pretended not to see him. He shifted his position. She turned her head in the reverse direction and pensively studied the sea.
The Tyro sighed.
Little Miss Grouch frowned.
The Tyro coughed gently.
Little Miss Grouch scowled.
The Tyro lapsed to the deck and curled his legs under him.
Little Miss Grouch turned upon him a baleful eye. But her glance wavered: at least, it twinkled. Her little jaw was set, it is true. At the corner of her mouth, however, dimpled a suspicious and delicious quiver. Perhaps the faintest hint of it crept into her voice to mollify the rigor of the tone in which she announced:
"I came here to be alone."
"We are," said the Tyro. "At last!" he added with placid satisfaction.
"Well, really!" For the moment it was all that came to her, as offset to this superb impudence. "Go away, at once," she commanded presently.
"I can"t."
"Why not?"
"I"m lame," he said plaintively. "Pity the poor cripple."
"A little while ago you were deaf; then dumb. And now--By the way," she cried, struck with a sudden reminiscence, "what has become of your dumbness?"
"Cured."
"A miracle. Listen then. And stop looking at that crack in the deck as if you"d lost your last remaining idea down it."
"To look up is dangerous."
"Where"s the danger?"
"Dangerous to my principles," he explained. "You see, you are somewhat less painful to the accustomed eye than usual to-day, and if I should so far forget my principles as to mention that fact--"
"You haven"t a principle to your name! You"re untruthful--"
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE TYRO CURLED HIS LEGS UNDER HIM]
"Ah, come, Little Miss Grouch!"
"Deceitful--"
"As to that Smith matter--"
"And most selfishly inconsiderate of me."
"Of you!" cried the Tyro, roused to protest.
"Certainly. Or you wouldn"t be exposing me to imprisonment in my cabin by talking to me."
"Nothing doing," said he comfortably. "That little joke is played out."
"How did you know?"
Loyalty forbade the Tyro to betray his ally. "That you were of age, you mean, and couldn"t be treated like a child?" he fenced.
"Yes."
"Well, when you spoke of the house on the Battery being deeded over to you, I knew that you must have reached your majority! The rest was simple to figure out."
"Oh, dear!" she mourned. "It was such fun chasing you around the ship!"
"Yes? Well, I"ve emulated the startled fawn all I"m going to this trip."
"What"s your present role?"
"Meditation upon the wonder of existence."
"Do you find it good?"
"Existence? That depends. Am I to come to Guenn Oaks?"
"I"m sure you"d be awfully in the way there," she said petulantly.
"You"ve been a perfect nuisance for the last two days."
"My picturesqueness has gone glimmering, now that I"m only a Smith instead of a Daddleskink. Why, oh, why must these lovely illusions ever perish!"