"We haven't told you the most wonderful thing yet," said Mrs. Wilbur. "There is a most charming singer on the island. He gave a recital last night. Nothing commonplace. A very unusual voice. I'm engaging him for Pittsfield, Charles. He thinks he can come for a recital. He is young and little known yet, and so will be a novelty. I want you to hear him. You'll be wild, too."
"I promise not to be," responded her husband.
"But you can't help it, dear. Diana, why shouldn't we have a little dinner on the yacht and Mr. Barrison would probably sing afterward, and your father could hear him. Let me see now. Who would we have?"
"I don't care," put in Mr. Wilbur, "so long as you have that sparkling person who sat beside the boy at dinner."
"Mrs. Lowell," said Diana. "I'm so glad you appreciate Mrs. Lowell, Daddy."
"I'm not blind in one eye and I can see out of the other. I have my hearing, too, and her voice is as fresh as a robin's."
"But, oh, speaking of voices!" exclaimed Mrs. Wilbur, rolling up her eyes. "Well, then, Diana, supposing we have just Mr. Barrison and Mr. Kelly and Mrs. Lowell."
"And Veronica," said Diana.
"The young person who waits on the table," explained Mrs. Wilbur. "She and her aunt, Miss Burridge, are very worthy people."