“Miss Pinch has come. I saw her to-day.” Jack gave the information.
“How do you know?” asked Jo.
“I saw her this afternoon with Mr. Wells. She has a new hat; it’s trimmed with poppies. Mr. Pinch and the other girl were there, too. The other girl’s hat is trimmed with lilacs.”
“Their name isn’t Pinch,” corrected Nan sedately, looking up from her book.
“What is it then?”
“It is Romaine, and the young lady’s name is Miss Mabel Romaine.”
“I don’t care; I shall call them Pinch; it’s good enough for such up-eyebrow people.”
Jo laughed. “What an expression. Tell us about the encounter, Jack.”
“Well, I was getting out of the canoe, there opposite Three Rocks, and they came along the path. Mr. Wells called, ‘Hallo, Jack!’ and I said, ‘Hallo!’ He stood still and was coming over to talk to me, but the others walked on with their eyebrows stretched up into the middle of their foreheads, so he only said, ‘How’s everybody?’ and I said, ‘Very well, thank you,’ then he overtook the others and they went on up the lake path.”
“Humph! Not a very thrilling encounter,” asserted Jo. “I suppose that’s the last of Mr. Wells for us. He’ll tag these newcomers all the time. Your nose is out of joint, Nan.”