climbed up and dived again. Then they swam out, side by side, into the deep water.
"You go back now," David would warn her.
Upon such an occasion, and upon such alone, she disobeyed him. "I'm going out if you are."
So, after a moment more, he would turn back; she turned, swimming strongly beside him, her bare arms just under the surface of the water.
Her glorious hair was hidden under a rubber helmet cap but her face was never less feminine for that. He whispered to her, when they were alone, "You're the loveliest that ever lived." When others were about, he watched them gaze at her and he exulted that she was his.
When they dressed in their room, Fidelia shook down her hair, for in spite of her cap, always some edge got wet, and the glorious red gold of her hair lay upon the clear, pink pearl of her fair shoulders. David had breakfast brought to their room. He dressed for breakfast and sometimes she did; but usually she got into a dressing-gown and left her hair down over her shoulders and she sat at the side of the table in the sun.
At eight, promptly, he left for his office and he seldom returned before six, for the Hamilton car was attracting real attention on motorcar "row." Old, established agencies for other cars began taking notice of Snelgrove-Herrick and they paid the new model the compliment of knocking it. David encountered unexpected difficulties in selling the new shipments from the factory; but he was used to difficulties and he honestly liked hard work. For him, the idleness of honeymoon days was definitely ended; but the return
