"Dear me," said Veronica, "I wish I'd asked him to pipe up when we were on the boat."
Diana let her gaze rest for a moment of silence on the sacrilegious speaker, then she excused herself, saying she would go up to her room.
As soon as the door had closed behind her, Veronica looked up and bestowed upon her aunt a meaning wink.
"She's got it bad, hasn't she?" she said.
Miss Burridge put her finger to her lips warningly. "Sh!" she breathed. "Sometimes I think she has: but, law, Phil's nothing but a boy."
"And she's nothing but a girl," said Veronica practically. "That's the way it usually begins."
Miss Burridge laughed. "What do you know about it, you child?"
"Not so much as I'd like to. Puppa would never let anybody stay after ten o'clock, and you don't really get warmed up before ten o'clock."
"Why, Veronica Trueman, how you talk!"