Jim sprang to his feet. “Got a bathing suit?” “Yes--a beauty. I've never worn it here.” “Why?” “It seemed so bold.” “All right. Maybe we can get a Key all by ourselves for two weeks.” “Wouldn't it be glorious!” “We'll try it, anyhow. I'll buy the doggoned thing if they don't ask too much. Pack your traps. I'll go down to the shop and get my things. We'll be ready to start in an hour.” By four o'clock they were seated in the drawing-room of a Pullman car on the Florida Limited, gazing entranced at the drab landscape of the Jersey meadows. Three days later, Jim had landed his boat on a tiny sand reef a half-mile off the coast of Florida with a tent and complete outfit for camping. Like two romping children, they tied the boat to a stake and rushed over the sand-dunes to the beach. They explored their domain from end to end within an hour. Not a tree obscured the endless panorama of sea and bay and waving grass on the great solemn marshes. Piles of soft, warm seaweed lay in long, dark rows along the high-tide mark. Mary selected a sand-dune almost exactly the height and shape of the one on which they sat at Long Beach the day he told her of his love. “Here's the spot for our home!” she cried. “Don't you recognize it?” “Can't say I've ever been here before. Oh, I got you--I got you! Long Beach--sure! What do you think of that?” He hurried to the boat and brought the tent. Mary carried the spade, the pole and pegs. In half an hour the little white home was shining on the level sand at the foot of their favorite dune. The door was set toward the open sea, and the stove securely placed beneath an awning which shaded it from the sun's rays. “Now, Kiddo, a plunge in that shining water the first thing. I'll give you the tent. I'll chuck my things out here.” In a fever of joyous haste she threw off her clothes and donned the dainty, one-piece bathing suit. She flew over the sand and plunged into the water before Jim had finished changing to his suit. She was swimming and diving like a duck in the lazy, beautiful waters of the Gulf when he reached the beach. “Come on! Come on!” she shouted. He waved his hand and finished his cigarette. “It's glorious! It's mid-summer!” she called. With a quick plunge he dived into the water, disappeared and stayed until she began to scan the surface uneasily. With a splash he rose by her side, lifting her screaming in his arms. Her bathing-cap was brushed off, and he seized her long hair in his mouth, turned and with swift, strong beat carried her unresisting body to the beach. He drew her erect and looked into her smiling face. “That's the way I'd save you if you had called for help. How'd you like it?” “It was sweet to give up and feel myself in your power, dear!” His drooping eyes were devouring her exquisite figure outlined so perfectly in the clinging suit. “I was afraid to wear this in New York,” she said demurely.