“How did you get here?” Rob asked her as we were leaving.
“I rowed over.”
“May I come over and row you back?” he asked pleadingly.
She hesitated, and then, realizing that she could scarcely manage a boat and Diogenes at the same time, assented, bidding him not come, however, until five o’clock.
“She’ll have enough of the Polydores by that time,” I said to Rob on our way home.
“Do you know,” he said reflectively, “I like Ptolemy. There’s the making of a man in him, if he has only half a chance. I didn’t suppose your sister understood 152 children so well or was so fond of them. She looked quite the little housewife, too.”
“You’d discover a lot of things you don’t know, if you’d cultivate the society of women,” I informed him.
