Apart from a few fire-blisters on my ankles and the charring of my clothes and the barking of one knee against a bit of submerged coral and the cutting of my fingers rather badly and a few more minor mischances--I'm quite safe and none the worse for the Standish family's charming hospitality.

And, by the way, may I suggest that it might have been better for your brother or the gentle-hearted Mr.Hade to run across to the key to get news of my fate, instead of sending a girl on such an errand?
It's no business of mine, of course.

And I don't presume to criticize two such noble heroes.

But surely they ought not have sent you.

If their kindly plan had worked out according to schedule.