The group exchanged glances.
"Who told you that?" asked Philip.
"Uncle Nick."
It did not increase the general admiration of Mr. Gayne that he should take such means for securing safety from his nephew's companionship.
Mrs. Lowell took the boy's arm. "I want to go down to the water," she said. "Will you go with me?"
"Are you afraid to go alone?" he asked.
"I should like it better if you went with me."
He allowed himself to be led around the house, then on among the grassy hummocks and clump of bay and savin and countless blueberry bushes.
"Do you see what quantities of blueberries we are going to have?" asked Mrs. Lowell.
"Are we?"