XII THE SONG OF THE SIREN

XIII PERCIVAL PROCRASTINATES

XIV NEPTUNE TAKES A HAND

XV PERCIVAL RISES TO AN OCCASION

XVI IN PORT




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Their boat had sailed

"Well, did you ever! Where did _you_ come from?"

Her hair, still damp, was hanging about her shoulders, and she carried
a bundle of bath-towels under her arm

"Mr. Hascombe!" she demanded breathlessly, "you'll take me out in the
surf-boat, won't you?"

At a break-neck speed towards the wharf

"I don't know what makes me so everlastingly silly!" she said fiercely
trying to swallow the rising sobs, "but he _won't_ understand!"