Veronica's mouth always grew very small when she was deeply interested and her eyes very wide, and they looked so now as she listened.
"Just think," she said, "I am going to see it."
"Good work. I wanted you to."
"I'm going to eat off those dishes and sit in the easy-chairs."
"What's happening?"
"A dinner party, and you are in it. Miss Diana told me."
"I shall be careful to eat nothing between now and then," declared Barney, "for I suspect that chef of being an artist. Let us not count on it too much, though, Veronica. Barrison takes Mr. Wilbur on that unspeakable expedition to-morrow morning. We all may be thrown out of that dinner party by the violence of his feelings."
As it turned out, however, Kelly's apprehensions were not realized. Mr. Wilbur's wife and daughter were on the yacht to greet him when he returned from his novel experience at nearly noon of the next day. He had changed his clothing at "Grammy's" and was full of praise of that old gentlewoman.
"Nice people as ever lived, those folks," he said as he stretched himself out in a chaise longue on the deck under the awning, and was served with iced drinks.
"Mamma hasn't met Mr. Barrison's grandmother," said Diana as she placed the cigars beside her father.