And,
besides, if you should get tired of my company, we might ask Jack
Harley and Amy to come to us for a month or so."
"I don't think that it will be necessary for us to do that," he
laughed. "Starting as we shall in the middle of March, we shan't
find it too hot in the Mediterranean before we turn our head
homewards; and I think we shall find plenty to amuse us between
Gibraltar and Jaffa."
"No, three months won't be too much, Frank. Tomorrow is the dinner
at the clubhouse, isn't it?"
"Yes. I should be sorry to miss that, for having only been just
elected a member of the Squadron, I should like to put in an
appearance at the first set dinner."
"Of course, Frank. I certainly should not like you to miss it."
The next evening Frank went ashore to dine at the club. An hour and
a half later a yacht's boat came off.
"I have a note for Miss Greendale," the man in the stern said, as
she came alongside; "I am to give it to her myself."
Bertha was summoned, and, much surprised, came on deck.
The man handed up the note to her. She took it into the companion,
where a light was burning; her name and that of the yacht were in
straggling handwriting that she scarcely recognised as Frank's.
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