"I don't know but that you have the better part here on the piazza, it is so warm," he said, "but I have been thinking of you rather remorsefully this afternoon, Julia. These excursions of Jewel's and mine are growing to seem rather selfish. Have you ever learned to ride?"
"Never, and I don't wish to. Please believe how supremely content I am."
"My carriages are small. It is so long since I've had a family. When we return I shall get one that will hold us all."
"Oh, yes, grandpa," cried Jewel enthusiastically. "You and I on the front seat, driving, and mother and father on the back seat."
"Well, we have more than two months to decide how we shall sit. I fancy it will oftener be your father and mother in the phaeton and you and I on our noble steeds, eh, Jewel?"
"Yes, I think so, too," she returned seriously.
Mr. Evringham smiled slightly at his daughter. "The occasions when we differ are not numerous enough to mention," he remarked.
"I hope it may always be so," she replied, going on with her work.
"This looks like moving," observed the broker, wiping his forehead with his pocket-handkerchief and looking about on the still, green scene. "I think we had better plan to go to the shore next week."
Julia smiled and sighed. "Very well, but any change seems as if it might be for the worse," she said.