“Thought what?”
“Nothing,” Jenny answered, and the other said:
“Pete can get that idea right out of his head. Chances are she wants to paint him all regular and respectable, not to shock his modesty at all. I’ll tell him so, to-morrow.”
“Never mind,” Jenny said quickly, “I’ll tell him. You needn’t to bother about it.”
“All right. Whatever you like. . . . Wish I had a cigarette.” They lay quiet for a time. Outside water whispered against the hull. The victrola was hushed temporarily and the dancers had ceased. Jenny moved again, onto her side, facing the other in the darkness.
“Say,” she asked, “what’s your brother making?”
“Gus? Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
“I did, only. . .”
“What?”
“Only he didn’t tell me. At least, I don’t remember.”
“What did he say when you asked him?”
Jenny mused briefly. “He kissed me. Before I knew it, and he kind of patted me back here and told me to call again later, because he was in conference or something like that.”
“Gabriel’s pants,” the niece murmured. Then she said sharply: “Look here, you leave Josh alone, you hear? Haven’t you got enough with Pete and Mr. Talliaferro, without fooling with children?”
“I’m not going to fool with any children.”
“Well, please don’t. Let Josh alone, anyway.” She moved her arm, arching her elbow against Jenny’s soft nakedness. “Move over some. Gee, woman, you sure do feel indecent. Get over on your side a little, can’t you?”
Jenny moved away, rolling onto her back again, and they lay quiet, side by side in the dark. “Say,” remarked Jenny
