look at me while I speak; you must watch the sea."
"This," said I, "is hardship. I had rather go without the luncheon."
I do not think she was offended at my speech; still she frowned for almost three seconds.
We passed through acres of sweet bay and spear grass, sometimes skirting thickets of twisted cedars, sometimes walking in the full glare of the morning sun, sinking into shifting sand where sun-scorched shells crackled under our feet, and sun-browned seaweed glistened, bronzed and iridescent. Then, as we climbed a little hill, the sea wind freshened in our faces, and lo! the ocean lay below us, far-stretching as the eye could reach, glittering, magnificent.
Daisy sat down flat on the sand. It takes a clever girl to do that and retain the respectful deference due her from men. It takes a graceful girl to accomplish it triumphantly when a man is looking.
"You must sit beside me," she said—as though it would prove irksome to me.
"Now," she continued, "you must watch the water while I am talking."
I nodded.
"Why don't you do it, then?" she asked.
I succeeded in wrenching my head toward the ocean, although I felt sure it would swing gradually round again in spite of me.
