They had arrived off the Life-Saving Station now,
and Archie had called the captain to the door, and
both stood looking at them, the boy waving his hand
and the captain following them with his eyes. Had
either of them caught the captain's remark they,
perhaps, would have drawn rein and asked for an
explanation:
"Gay lookin' hose-carriage, ain't it? Looks as
if they was runnin' to a fire!"
But they didn't hear it; would not, probably have
heard it, had the captain shouted it in their ears.
Lucy was intent on opening up a subject which had
lain dormant in her mind since the morning of
Max's departure, and the gentleman himself was
trying to cipher out what new "kink," as he expressed
it to himself, had "got it into her head."
When they had passed the old House of Refuge
Lucy drew rein and stopped the drag where the
widening circle of the incoming tide could bathe the
horses' feet. She was still uncertain as to how she
would lead up to the subject-matter without betraying
her own jealousy or, more important still, without
losing her temper. This she rarely displayed,
no matter how goading the provocation. Nobody
had any use for an ill-tempered woman, not in her
atmosphere; and no fly that she had ever known had
been caught by vinegar when seeking honey.
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