Mrs. Fabian laughed. "Kathleen, the astronomer," she said.
The girl nodded. "It may not be a scientific way to put it, but I've always noticed it here. It will be full to-morrow night. The weather won't change till the moon does."
"Delightfully consoling," said Phil, continuing to watch her averted face. It seemed to him this was the first time since Christmas night that his mind had been sufficiently at leisure from itself to concentrate upon her. He suddenly remembered that she used to like cigarettes. He had not yet seen her use one. Perhaps she was aiding Edgar in the stern limit which he was imposing upon himself.
"I wonder," he said, "if either of you would pour for me at my grand tea to-morrow."
Kathleen did not look up, but her cheeks grew warmer while she manipulated the moss.
"Oh, a tea in the chicken-house," laughed Mrs. Fabian.
The light jeering tone struck Kathleen as coming at a particularly unfortunate moment.
"I will. Be glad to," she said heartily.
"Whom are you going to invite? The fish?" laughed Mrs. Fabian.