"Fine. In another week they'll be a show."
"And a smell," said Barney fervently. "I adore them. You look rather sweet-peaish yourself, Miss Veronica," he added, regarding her gingham gown of fine pink-and-white checks. "Do you know you're going to have me on your hands the next few days?"
"What's going to happen?" asked Veronica.
"There is going to be a dance at the hall to-night," suggested Barney.
"I know it," returned Veronica. "Can you dance?"
Barney looked at her reproachfully. "It's a land sport. How can you ask? A duck can swim and Kelly can dance. Will you take me? I'm shy."
"If Mr. Barrison will allow it," said Veronica with a demure glance at Philip.
"Not a word to Puppa. I promise," he said.
"What a pity Miss Diana isn't here!" she exclaimed.