"A cousin of Helen Eames. He has been showing us over the Battle Ship."
"Indeed? I was there this afternoon too."
"Were you? It is awfully stuffy down below in that museum, isn't it? Our party was glad to retreat to a private room and have a sherry cobbler. Everything is beginning to be crowded now."
"What interests me," said Jack, placing a chair by one of the tables for Mildred as he spoke, "is to know how soon you are going to give me a day."
"Oh, any time," returned the girl as she seated herself.
"Any time! That is what you always say, but when I try to pin you down you slip away."
"Wouldn't anybody?" smiled the other. There was something about the curves at the corners of Mildred's upper lip and its downward dip in the middle that made her smile more provoking than other girls'.
"There! You are slipping away again."
"No, indeed. I am far too tired and this is too comfortable."
"You have had an engagement every day since I have been here. You can't deny it. What sort of a way is that to treat a guest?"