"Thank you kindly, sir," she said. "That was good fun. Shall we go on now with our interrupted walk?"
He continued to regard her. "I have an idea that you have walked enough. Twice up and down this hill and over to Mrs. Wright's is enough."
"Ho!" returned the girl lightly, "I walk all day here."
"Yes, after you have cooled off and slept for a night or two; but I suggest the hammock now."
They were standing in the shade and not a hint of red showed in the girl's soft hair. "There are weeks to rest in," she said. "We ought to make the most of this perfect day."
Phil still regarded her. The excitement of the closing college experiences and the city heat had left their mark; and he did not know of other and deeper reasons for her weariness. The flush of pleasure in the swallow ball had departed.
"Come," he said decidedly, "let's try the hammock."
"Really, Mr. Sidney," she answered, smiling, "I know when I'm tired."
But he proceeded up the veranda steps and she followed him into the wind-break.