he lady of the island got it out again,
unpacked it once more, and took something out of it.

"Clean pocket-handkerchief, I expect," said Priscilla.

The guess was evidently a good one, for she spread the wet handkerchief
on a stone. Her companion reappeared over the crest of the island, clad
in another pair of white trousers and another sweater. He carried his
wet garments at arm's length. Jimmy Kinsella went to meet him. They
talked together as they walked down to the boats. Then the two ladies
kissed each other warmly. Priscilla watched the performance with a
sneer.

"Awful rot, that kind of thing," she said.

"All women do it," said Frank.

Here at last he was unquestionably Priscilla's superior. Never, to
his recollection, had he kissed any one except his mother, and he was
generally content to allow her to kiss him.

"I don't; Sylvia Courtney tried it on with me when we were saying
good-bye at the end of last term, but I jolly soon choked her off. Can't
think where the pleasure is supposed to come in."

Jimmy Kinsella placed the spy lady in the stern of Flanagan's boat and
handed in her companion. He arranged the oars and the rowlocks and then,
standing ankle deep in the water, shoved her off. The spy took his
oars and pulled away. Priscilla and Frank watched the boat until she
disappeared.

"Pretty rough luck on us," said Priscilla, "Jimmy Kinsella turning up
just at that moment. I wonder if that woman is a man in disguise. She
might be, you know. They sometimes are."

"Couldn't possibly. No man would have been such a fool as to go trying
to dry anybody with a pocket handkerchief. Only a woman----"

"If it comes to that," said Priscilla, "no woman would have been such a
fool as to let that boat go the way he did. Girls aren't the only asses
in the world, Cousin Frank."

"Besides," said Frank, "she evidently took a lot of trouble to persuade
him to change his clothes. That looks as if----"

"It does, rather. I daresay she's his aunt. It's just the kind of thing
Aunt Juliet would have done before she took to Christian Science.
Now, of course, it would be against her principles. Let's have another
Californian peach to fill in the time."

Frank handed the tin to her and afterwards helped himself.

"Have you drunk all your beer, Cousin Frank?"

"No. Want some?"

"I was only thinking," said Priscilla, "that perhaps you'd better not.
I've just recollected King John."

"What about him?"

"It was p