"Doubtless they will be added," she said, "should Miss Burridge find that her undertaking proves sufficiently remunerative."
"She charges enough, so far as that goes," declared Miss Emerson curtly, but finding the chair unexpectedly comfortable, she settled back and complained no further.
Philip was out on the grass painting on a long board the words "Ye Wayside Inn." Herbert Gayne stood watching him listlessly. His uncle was stretched in the hammock. Mrs. Lowell came out upon the porch. Mr. Gayne moved reluctantly, but he did arise. Men usually did exert themselves at the advent of this tall, slender lady with the radiant smile and laughing eyes.
"Perhaps you would like the hammock, Mrs. Lowell," he said perfunctorily.
"Offer it to me some time later in the day," she responded pleasantly, and he tumbled back into the couch with obvious relief.
Mrs. Lowell approached the rail and observed Philip's labors.
"Where are you going to hang that sign?" she asked in her charming voice. "Across the front of the house, I judge."
"Oh, no," replied Philip. "We can't hope to attract the fish. I am going to hang it at the back where Bill Lindsay's flivver will feel the lure before it gets here."
"Across the back of the house," cried Miss Emerson in alarm. "I hope nowhere near my window."
"The sign will depend from iron rings," explained Diana.