"Oh, yes!" said Veronica. "You don't have to eat a whole jar of butter to find out whether it's good. All I need is a three-minute taste of anybody, and I had three hours and a half of them. Now, come on, Aunt Priscilla, let's put some transparent water in the metal bowl, and the snowy foam of soap within it." She rolled up her naughty eyes as she spoke.
Miss Burridge gave the girl a rebuking look, and then laughed. "Don't you go to makin' fun of her now," she said. "She's my star boarder, no matter who else comes, I'm in love with her whether Phil is or not. She's genuine, that girl is,—genuine."
"And you don't want me to be imitation," giggled Veronica. "I see."
Then the two went at the clearing-up and dish-washing in high good-humor.
CHAPTER III A FRIENDLY PACT
"You, Veronica," said Miss Burridge one morning, looking out of the kitchen window. "I feel sorry for that young boy."
"I told you you would. Old Nick should worry what his nephew does with himself all day."