"If they can only have good weather the coming winter," he went on, "the thing will be ready May 1st, in spite of the croakers."
Soft laughter and happy voices came from beyond the massive masonry, which half concealed their neighbors.
"Jack," said Page, in a low tone, "Mrs. Van Tassel and Miss Bryant are with that party."
"No! Why, I didn't see them."
"Yes. Mrs. Van Tassel has some kind of a gray and white dress on, and Miss Bryant"—
"I want to get out of here, then."
Page answered him sharply.
"Is it your intention to play the role of Indian toward those ladies the rest of your life?"
"No, nothing of the kind," returned Van Tassel uncomfortably. "I am more willing to see them than they probably are to see me. I don't blame Clover, if she chooses never to meet me again. I suppose she remembers as clearly as I do some of the last things I said to her. Whew!" for in changing their positions one member of the party had stepped back into plain sight, "what a stunning girl they have with them!"
"That was Miss Bryant," said Page.