"Only so long as the steamer was there. We saw a little of it, but we were too anxious to get on to tarry there over a sailing."
Nan sat on the floor hugging her knees and looking from one to another with a beaming smile. "Isn't it larks?" she said rocking back and forth, then making a grab for Jack she rolled her over and began hugging her anew. "You dear old sinner, it is good to behold you again," she declared, and Jack, nothing loth, snuggled up to her and chattered away. Thus the rainy day passed in a more exciting manner than many a sunshiny one had done.
It was not till they were preparing for bed that Mary Lee thought to ask Nan about her morning's pleasure. "Did you have a good time, and did Mr. Harding come?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, and it was all so delightful that I didn't know how the time was going," Nan replied.
"Does he play well?"
"Very sympathetically."
"As well as your one time friend, Mr. Wells?"
"He has not such execution but I think he plays with more feeling," Nan answered after a pause. "He is more modest about his playing, too."
"So, take it all in all, it appeals to you more strongly."
Nan smiled reminiscently. How long ago that early summer madness appeared in the light of later experiences. "What a callow creature I was," she said.