"It is wrong of people," she declared earnestly.
"I should not be welcome on any one of these piazzas," he said, indicating the villas beyond them. "The Judge doesn't like me—your own father has no use for me."
"Will you come and try?" she cried. "I should like to see if my father will be rude to my guest."
"You are very kind," he said, "but do you consider——?"
"I have invited you," she interrupted. "Will you come?"
"With pleasure," he answered. They went up the hill together.
[CHAPTER VIII]
The Progress of Acquaintance