"If you haven't a bathing-suit," he shouted after her, "Elspeth will fix you something. There are lots of mixed up ones in the lamp-room passage."
Elspeth, on seeing Joan's satin bathing-dress, declared that it was "far too grand to mess about the rocks in" and provided a more substantial outfit. Arrayed in an alpaca costume, brown with much salt water, Joan went down to the landing with her hostess. Pemberley was already there, his son upon his shoulder. Garth, who wore the brightest red bathing-suit that Joan had ever seen, waved his hand triumphantly.
"We beat you, we did!" he shouted, as his father put him down at the side of the pier.
"All in!" cried Jim.
He made a short run and dove, a beautiful swallow-dive, soaring with widespread arms for a moment before he brought his hands together and cleft the water fair and true. His tawny head reappeared a minute later, and he snorted and struck out, shaking the water from his eyes. Elspeth went in with a good clean dive, and Garth shouted:
"Now me, Fogger. Please!"
