"Quitters and I don't pull well together."
"Then I'm to tell him 'No'?"
"Positively."
"Not so positively at all. I shall say, 'No, thank you,' in my
very nicest way, and say that you're very grateful and
appreciative and not at all the growly old bear of a dad that you
pretend to be when one doesn't know and love you. And perhaps I'll
invite him to dine here and go away on the yacht with us--"
"And graciously accept a couple of hundred thousand dollars bonus,
and come into the company as first vice-president," chuckled her
father. "And then he'll wake up and find he's been sitting on a
cactus. See here," he added, with a sharpening of tone, "do you
suppose he could get a cablegram for transmission to Washington
over to the mainland for us by this mysterious route of his?"
"Very likely."
"You're really sure you want to go, Pollipet? This is your cruise,
you know."
"Yes, I do."
Hitherto Miss Polly had been declaring to all and sundry,
including the beetle man himself, that it was her firm intent and
pleasure to stay on the island and observe the presumptively
interesting events that promised.
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