“Come on, Lady Godiva,” Dick commanded. “You hae sung, you hae danced; now pay the piper.”
“Was the man a fool?” was Graham’s thought. “And a man with a wife like that.”
“Well,” Paula sighed, her fingers playing with the fastenings of her blouse, “if I must, I must.”
Raging inwardly, Graham averted his gaze, and kept it averted. There was a pause, in which he knew everybody must be hanging on what she would do next. Then came a giggle from Ernestine, a burst of laughter from all, and, “A frame-up!” from Bert, that overcame Graham’s resoluteness. He looked quickly. The Little Lady’s blouse was off, and, from the waist up, she appeared in her swimming