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"[...] "I believe," said Diane disapprovingly, "that you were cutting giddy circles over the water and dipping and skimming, weren't you?" "I did cut a monkeyshine or two," admitted the young man. "I was having a devil of a time until you-until the-er-catastrophe occurred." "And Miss Westfall, the owner," murmured Diane with sympathy, "is addicted to firearms. Hadn't you heard? She hunts! The Westfalls are all very erratic and quick-tempered. Didn't you know she was at the farm?" The young man looked exceedingly uncomfortable. "Great guns, no!" he exclaimed. "I presumed she was safe in New York... And this is her lake and her water and her waves, when there are any, and no matter[...]".