"Well, rather. I have been telling you something that should be very interesting, considering the height of the thermometer. Father says we are to start for the island next Wednesday; and I am holding in my hand an acceptance from Philip Sidney to my invitation to go with us."
"How very nice," said Kathleen courteously.
Mrs. Fabian, always on the sensitive lookout where her young relative was concerned, thought she detected a perfunctory note.
"You knew I had asked him?"
"Yes, I think you did mention it before Commencement."
"He says," said Mrs. Fabian, "that you have never talked to him about the island."
"But think," returned Kathleen, "how seldom I have talked with him."
"Yes," returned her mother resignedly, "and how full your head is of other matters. You were very nice to Phil on Christmas night, here. I wasn't sure but that you would invite him yourself."
"Oh, why should I?"