"There's plenty of room in our boat for
three, and we'll tie the flat on behind."
"Oh, I suppose I must reconcile myself to being the odd
one again," said poor Leslie with another bitter
laugh. "Forgive me, Anne--that was hateful. I ought
to be thankful--and I AM--that I have two good friends
who are glad to count me in as a third. Don't mind my
hateful speeches. I just seem to be one great pain all
over and everything hurts me."
"Leslie seemed very quiet tonight, didn't she?" said
Gilbert, when he and Anne reached home. "What in the
world was she doing over there on the bar alone?"
"Oh, she was tired--and you know she likes to go to the
shore after one of Dick's bad days."
"What a pity she hadn't met and married a fellow like
Ford long ago," ruminated Gilbert. "They'd have made
an ideal couple, wouldn't they?"
"For pity's sake, Gilbert, don't develop into a
match-maker. It's an abominable profession for a
man," cried Anne rather sharply, afraid that Gilbert
might blunder on the truth if he kept on in this
strain.
"Bless us, Anne-girl, I'm not matchmaking," protested
Gilbert, rather surprised at her tone.
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