"It has been very exciting, very happy—"
"Had we not better start, Diana?" put in Mrs. Wilbur. "I just caught a glimpse of a dreadful fish over there by a post. Do they catch whales here?"
"They stop at nothing, Mrs. Wilbur," Barney assured her. "Good-bye, good-bye."
The motor sped off with a grinding noise.
"You've put in your time well, eh, Barrison?"
"What makes you think so?"
"My word! If Miss Wilbur ever turned those lamps on me with that look in them, I'd fly right in and singe my wings for life."
"I don't intend to singe mine," said Philip quietly. "They think I've been useful in this one-act play they've been staging and they are grateful, that's all. The goddess is as transparent and honest as any child that ever lived. She doesn't want to light any flame for the moth, she has far too big a soul. Did you notice that the boy I took away looked different from the one we brought back to-day?"
"It wasn't the same one, was it?"