"We have had a fine time!" he exclaimed with what Mildred's practiced ear recognized as unmistakable sincerity.
"Oh, the German village by moonlight, Milly!" added Clover, taking a place near her sister. "You really ought to see it."
"We ought to have been there, Mr. Page," said Mildred regretfully.
"I doubt if I could have had a pleasanter evening anywhere," he returned; and if Miss Bryant had had power to decorate him she would have done so on the spot for that timely speech. She trusted Jack had heard it.
"We sat there at table, you know," went on the latter, "and saw the moon come up over those quaint old gables. Oh, it was fine. I declare, we didn't know where we were. Did we, Clover?"
"I thought you were quite certain by the alleged German you entertained me with."
"Alleged German! Well, if this isn't sad! There I wasted Heine's poems by the yard on you. Ungrateful girl! You will never know all the sweet things that were said to you to-night."
"I know you drank a lot of beer and smoked too many cigars."
"Of course, being in Rome I complimented the inhabitants by imitation."
"Mr. Jack," spoke Miss Berry reproachfully, "I remember well that you said once you only smoked on holidays and birthdays."