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Half the people carried paper parcels or little suitcases made of straw in which were bathing-suits and sandwiches. It would be low tide, but between floating islands of swill and sewage there would be water, salt, wet, and cool.

“My mother,” said Fannie, “doesn’t like me to come to these places alone. It’s a real nice crowd uses Pelham Park, but there’s always a sprinkling of freshies.”

“Is that why you invited me?” said Lila gayly. Inwardly she flattered herself to think that she had been asked for herself alone. But Fannie’s answer had in it something of a slap in the face.

“Well,” said this one, “mother forbade me to come alone. But I do want to get better acquainted with you. Honest.”

They rested for a while sitting on a stone wall in the shade of a tree.

“My mother,” said Fannie grandly, “thinks everybody’s rotten, including me. My God!” she went on angrily, “do me and you work six days of the week only to be bossed about on the seventh? I tell you I won’t stand it much longer. I’m going to cut loose. Nothing but work, work, work, and scold, scold, scold.”

“If I had all the pretty things you’ve got,” said Lila gently, “I don’t believe I’d complain.”

Fannie blushed. “It’s hard work and skimping does it,” she said. “Ever think of marrying, kid?”

Lila admitted that she had.

“Got a beau?”

Lila blushed and shook her head.

“You have, too. Own up. What’s he like?”

Lila continued to deny and protest. But she enjoyed being teased upon such a subject.

“Well, if you haven’t,” said Fannie at last, “I have. It’s a dead secret, kid. I wouldn’t tell a soul but you. He’s got heaps of money, and he’s been after me–to marry him–for nearly a year.”

“Do you like him?”

“I’m just crazy about him.”

“Then why don’t you marry him?”

“Well,” Fannie temporized, “you never want to be in a rush about these things.”

Fannie sighed, and was silent. She might have married the young man in question if she had played her cards better. And she knew it, now that it was too late, and there could not be a new deal. He had wanted her, even at the price of marriage. He was still fond of her. And he was very generous with his money. She met him whenever she could. He would be waiting for her now at the entrance to the park.

“He’s got a motor-boat,” she explained to Lila, “that he wants to show me. She’s a cabin launch, almost new. You won’t mind?”

“Mind? Are you going out for a sail with him, and leave me?”

“Well, the truth is,” said Fannie, “I’ve just about made up my mind to say yes, and of course if there was a third party around he couldn’t bring the matter up, could he? We wouldn’t be out long.”

“Don’t mind me,” said Lila. Inwardly she was terribly hurt and disappointed. “I’ll just sit in the shade and wish you joy.”

“I wouldn’t play it so low down on you,” said Fannie, “only my whole future’s mixed up in it. We’ll be back in lots of time to eat.”

Lila walked with them to the end of the pier at the bathing-beach. The water was full of people and rubbish. The former seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely and for the most part innocently, though now and then some young girl would shriek aloud in a sort of delighted terror as her best young man, swimming under water, tugged suddenly at her bathing-skirt or pinched the calf of her leg.

Lila watched Fannie and her young man embark in a tiny rowboat and row out to a clumsy cabin catboat from which the mast had been removed and in whose cockpit a low-power, loud-popping motor had been installed. The young man started the motor, and presently his clumsy craft was dragging herself, like a crippled duck, down Pelham Bay toward the more open water of Long Island Sound.