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The story of a lucky girl who had everything — hut love
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As Doreen, yellow-haired, and wearing her famous suit of golden sequins, lolled on her throne beside the pool, she looked every inch a queen. But there was hunger in her heart
Doreen. Learning to swim was going to be much more interesting than she had anticipated. "But your suit," he said rather hesitantly, as though fearful of displeasing her, "I'm afraid you'll have to change to something else."
"What's the matter with it?" demanded Mr. Silvers before Doreen could speak. " Why, that suit cost me plenty. I had it specially designed for her. It took three women more than a month to sew on all those little gold scales. There's not another bathing suit like it in the world."
CLYDE did not need to be told that. " It's beautiful, " he admitted, "but she can't swim in it. Plain wool's the thing to swim in. "
Doreen, to her husband's surprise, was willing to change. " Mr. Berg ought to know best, daddy. "
In a few moments she reappeared, clad in a regulation swimming suit. " That's better, " said Clyde as she stepped gingerly into the shallow end of the pool.
Mr. Silvers lighted a fresh cigar, and lounged luxuriously in the gay striped hammock alongside the pool. He intended to see that his thirty-five dollars were well spent.
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"The first thing to learn is absolute self-confidence in the water, " explained Clyde academically. "You can't sink. Remember that. Now — just relax. Try to get the sensation of lying on the water — like on a bed. Head back . . . that's right. Bring the legs up. You can't sink. "
The water was warm, but a slight shiver trembled down Doreen's exquisite body as Clyde's hand touched her bare back. She laughed nervously, lost her poise, and clutched at him as she felt herself going under. The lean, silky feel of a water otter could have been no smoother than Clyde's slim waist.
" Relax, " he ordered brusquely. " Keep your hands at your sides — your legs straight out. "
People simply did not order Doreen about like that. She looked up at him in astonishment.
"Try it again," he said; and she found herself obeying him.
" Don't you teach the breast stroke? " called Mr. Silvers, who thought it was time for more action.
"No — just the crawl," replied Clyde, directing Doreen over to the side of the pool. "Hang here with your hands," he ordered, "your face down."
He caught hold of her feet [ please turn to page 156 ]
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