"Well, I've come to help her," said the girl. "But I've never done any serving. I haven't any uniform or anything like that."
"It isn't necessary. Look at me. I don't look like a footman—or a butler—or anything like that, do I?"
"No," said Veronica, her round eyes very serious. "You look like a—like a common—gentleman."
"Thank you, Miss Trueman. I'll try to deserve your praise."
Philip took her and her suitcase across town in a cab, and aboard the little steamer, and found the best spot he could for them to sit.
"Puppa says this bay is noted for its picturesqueness," said Veronica, when they were settled.
"Quite right," returned Philip, putting in her lap one of the magazines he had bought on the wharf.
"No, thank you," she returned. "I shan't read. I'm going to look. Puppa'll expect me to tell him all about it. He was delighted at my having a chance to come to the seashore. He thought it would do my health so much good."
Philip regarded her round cheeks, round eyes, and round, rosy mouth.
"Your health? You look to me as though if you felt any better you'd have to call the doctor."