At the bottom he stopped and glanced around apprehensively, something like alarm appearing in his face.

His arm slipped from her shoulder to her waist and contracted suddenly.
"What is the matter, Hugh ?" she whispered, looking quickly about as if expecting a calamity.
"Is any one in sight ?" he demanded anxiously.
"I don't see a soul," she answered.
"Then I'm going to give up the brother act for a moment or two.

This is a good, sequestered spot, and I'm going to kiss you." And he did so more than once.

"That's the first chance I've had to kiss you since we came aboard.

What an outrage it is that brothers cannot be more attentive to their own sisters than to other men's sisters." "It seems to be customary for brothers to neglect their sisters," she suggested demurely.
"A brother who neglects his sister ought to be horsewhipped," declared he.
"Amen to that.