Miss Burridge was quite touched by the feeling displayed by her star boarder at their parting.
"I do not remember any period of my life which has been so happy as the last six weeks," said the girl, her lip quivering. "Would you take care of me if I should take the Inn for next summer and come here with friends a part of the season?"
"Take the Inn, Miss Wilbur?"
"Yes. My father said that might be more sensible than for me to build here. I would make satisfactory arrangements with you. Perhaps Veronica would come with you, then you wouldn't mind if you had the place to yourselves much of the season."
"Of course, I should like an easy berth like that, Miss Wilbur." Miss Burridge laughed with a suspicion of moisture around her lashes at the pressure of Diana's hands, and the seriousness of her plaintive eyes.
"I must say good-bye to Bertie. I wonder where he is."
"Up in his room, I think. He came in a few minutes ago."
There Diana found him. He looked up from the stretcher over which he was working and was surprised to see his friend in her street clothes.
"Are you going to Boston again?" he asked.