The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-08-08
CHAPTER XVI

n~lIIS situation" thought Wee
Vee Cameron, as the five Of
them-Mr. and Mrs. Ban
mister, Nan Fosdick, Schuyler
Smythe, and emerged from
the glass-enclosed runway from the
hotel to the lakes edge, sis rapidly
taking on the proportions of jam
eff this keeps up, I'll be forced
to read Jerry's mysterious letter to
find out what it's all about. But
somehow, it's rather fun not to know
who I'm supposed to be. I've never
been mystery before.
IF I find out who I am, I may
have to do something about it. ]
may even have to leave the hotel
No, I'm going to let events take their
course, for a while at least"
"I wonder if you know how ador-
able you are when you smile like
that" low voice said so close to
her ear that she felt warm breath
on her cheek.
mo-" Vee-Vee said demurely, her
green eyes glancing upward at him
tantalizingly, "but was considered
very teachable child"
"Are we going to swim or is this
bathing suit parade?" Nan Eos
dick demanded, her big, husky voice
edged with heavy sarcasm.
Were going to swim, angel
child" he called out, laughing in
diligently. Miss Fosdick is our
champion swimmer, Miss = Cam
eron," he explained. "She could
have swum the channel if her
mother had let her"
Vee-Vee, poised slim and grace
full as water nymph on the edge
of the pier to which the float was
attached, looked the big, plain girl
over with cool, appraising eyes
Enormous shoulders, still wearing
their last years coat of tan, over
laid with large, splashy brown
freckles.
A low, heavy bosom that strained
at the black Jersey of her severely
plain and practical swimming suit.
A splendid torso, with waist that
looked slim for her weight; big hips,
thighs that rippled with muscles;
well-cushioned knees, and below
them bare, brown legs that looked
almost ridiculously thin and corded
a a
dancers.
I'll race you to the point, Sky!"
Nan Fosdick suddenly cried out.
you'll join us, Miss Cameron"
Schuyler turned to Vee-Vee.
I'm afraid I'd come in rather
poor third" Vee-Vee confessed.
"You two go on and race. I'll paddle
about the fiat here"
ooh, good!" Mrs. Bannister
clapped her plump little hands. II
can hardly swim at ADJUST dog
fashion. John says I'm a scream.
Well let these champion swimmers
show off, while we have nice,
quiet good time.
John, for goodness sake, don't
hang around! Swim! That's what
you came here for. Miss Cameron
and I have coolies to talk about,
haven't we, dear?"
Vee-Vee, standing beside Mrs.
Bannister on the float, smiled pro-
vocatively as Schuyler Smythe
turned a sulky, pleading face to-
ward her before executing a neat
racing dive into the clear blue waters
of the lake.
MAN Fosdick had dived from the
diving board, beautiful swan dive
that hardly rippled the water. She
stroke, shouting a haunting challenge
struck out with a powerful crawl
to Schuyler Smythe as she left him
far behind.
Obediently, John Bannister struck
out into the lake, making no effort
to follow the racers. A group OF
girl swimmers, their uninterrupted
heads bobbing like bright-colored
toy ballons, hailed him, welcomed
him, seized upon him and duckec
him with loud shouts of laughter.
John adores being flirted with,
Mrs. Bannister said brightly. "He
likes to think himself irresistible
Don Juan and far be it from me tt
put a crimp in his fun. If he tries tt
f1irt with you, and you don't enjoy
it, just laugh at him.
The poor darling can't bear to be
laughed at Though believe thai