The callers found brother and sister on the wide porch, and after the greetings and a half-hour of general conversation, Charlie Blair asked the doctor if he would come inside and give a little advice on a private matter.
"Good," cried Winifred. "For once I'm glad that Charlie can think of nothing but business. Now I can talk to Mr. Danvers."
"See that you do!" commanded Philip. "Yesterday I went away feeling like a garrulous dame; it is your turn to-day."
Winifred affected to reflect. "What shall be my theme—art, music, literature or our mutual friends?"
"Tell me of yourself."
"As a subject of conversation, that would be soon exhausted. Women, you know, are too idle to be good; too conventional to be bad."
"Indeed!" returned the cattleman, catching her mood. "I have known many women of that description. Pardon me, but I had imagined you were a different type."
"You say the nicest things! I feel that we are going to be very good friends."
Danvers bowed. "Thank you. I think we are."
She returned his frank gaze, and settled herself comfortably for an afternoon's enjoyment.