"
"Independence!" snorted Tunis.
"That's what I said," rejoined Ida May tartly. "When the store
closes my time's my own. I can do as I please. And I've got nobody
to please but myself. Oh, you don't understand at all, Captain
Latham!"
He said no more. Nor did he escort her farther than the corner.
There he lifted his cap and took her offered hand. Although it was
beringed and the nails were stained and polished, Tunis could not
help noticing that Ida May's hand was not altogether clean.
"Well, au revoir, captain!" she said lightly. "I hope I see you
again."
He bowed silently and watched her depart. The sunshine glinted
gloriously upon her fluffy hair.
"Fool's gold," he muttered.
CHAPTER VII
AT THE RESTAURANT
The captain of the _Seamew_ found himself facing an unpleasant
problem. How could he make the Balls, either Cap'n Ira or Prudence,
understand the kind of girl Ida May was? How could he even bring
them to understand that nothing he could have said would have ever
made Ida May Bostwick see the situation in its true light?
Why, the old couple could never be made to believe that a girl in
her sane senses would turn down cold such a proposition as they had
made.
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