"I shall see her to-morrow," returned Philip.
"You going to Boston?"
"'M-h'm."
"That's what I'm telling you," said Kelly. "You mustn't allow me to get lonely. We'll row in the cove."
"Really go near the water?" replied Veronica, laughing incredulously.
"Yes. Aunt Maria is stuffing me like a Thanksgiving turkey. No tennis, I just natchelly had to get a boat—without a motor, be it well understood."
"That's fun," said Veronica, her eyes shining. She hoped Philip would stay away indefinitely. "If Mr. Kelly could really dance—"
Meanwhile Philip had stood watching the boy's slender hands pulling out weeds.
"Aren't you going to speak to me, Bert?"
"I—yes. How do you do?" The lad was so used to being overlooked by everybody except Mrs. Lowell and Diana that Philip's question surprised him and he rose and looked at him.