"Exactly. That is what I always say, though I'm not such a clodhopper as not to enjoy beauty," another glance.
"Then," said Gwen calmly, "I hope you will let me show you some of the beauties of this island."
"Thanks awfully. That's awfully good of you. You see my mother doesn't think she can walk much, and the other ladies don't care to. They all like to go to Portland, and they enjoy excursions and drives, but I'd have to do my walking alone unless—"
"Unless a bold young woman offered to go with you."
"Now, Miss Whitridge, don't say that. You are most hospitable and kind, in my opinion."
"That is what I meant to be," returned Gwen.
"When can we begin? What shall you show me first?"
"Pebbly Beach, I think. Each pebble is such a nice solid fact you will enjoy it."
"Can we go to-morrow?"
"In the afternoon, yes."