"Thank you for your hail as you passed us, Miss Greendale. It
sounded hearty, and really cheered me up, for just at the moment I
was in an exceedingly bad temper, I can assure you. You see, my
forebodings came true, and luck was against me."
"Not luck," she said, indignantly. "You would have won but for
treachery."
"Treachery is rather a hard word," he said. "However, it is of no
use crying over spilt milk. I have lost, and shall live to fight
another day, I hope; and next time I shall win. Still, you know,
there is really nothing to grumble at. I have been fortunate
altogether this season, and as I bought the Osprey as a cruiser, I
have done a great deal better with her than I could have expected."
At this moment another partner of Bertha's came up, and was about
to carry her off, when she said:
"I suppose the Osprey can sail still, Major Mallett?"
"Oh, yes. She is a lame duck, you know, but she can get about all
right."
"Well, why don't you ask mamma and me to take a sail with you
tomorrow afternoon?"
"I shall be very happy to do so," he said, "but I almost think that
you had better wait until she gets her spars.
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