"Boarders have come, Mr. Philip," she exclaimed. "They'll see you."
"I hope they will," he responded firmly. "If they don't know I love you, it's the best way to tell them."
Eliza walked along stiffly, perforce, toward the forbidden ground.
"Yes, I thought I'd make a grand splurge to-morrow, and give a tea," he continued. "I want you to preside."
"Do what?"
"Pour. I want you to pour for me."
"H'm. Ridiculous! Let one of the girls do it."
"Well, just as you say. Now, then," they were drawing near the little house, "prepare! Be a good sport now, and own yourself wrong if you think you are. See my shingle?"
Eliza's eyes followed his gesture and caught sight of the crowing cock.