Jack Raynor I am sure of--he will not tell him.
He seems, indeed, to hold him in such respect as hardly to dare
speak to him at all, and I'm a good deal that way myself. Dear,
dear! I wish I had something besides a million dollars! If Jack
were three inches taller I'd marry him alive and go back to
Redhorse and wear sackcloth again to the end of my miserable days.
July 25th.
We had a perfectly splendid sunset last evening, and I must tell
you all about it. I ran away from Auntie and everybody, and was
walking alone on the beach. I expect you to believe, you infidel!
that I had not looked out of my window on the seaward side of the
hotel and seen him walking alone on the beach. If you are not lost
to every feeling of womanly delicacy you will accept my statement
without question. I soon established myself under my sunshade and
had for some time been gazing out dreamily over the sea, when he
approached, walking close to the edge of the water--it was ebb
tide. I assure you the wet sand actually brightened about his
feet! As he approached me, he lifted his hat, saying: "Miss
Dement, may I sit with you?--or will you walk with me?"
The possibility that neither might be agreeable seems not to have
occurred to him.
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