CHAPTER IV BIOGRAPHY
"Well, good-bye, Miss Priscilla," said Philip, coming into the kitchen a few mornings afterward. "This landlubber life won't do for me any longer."
Small Genevieve was at the sink washing dishes and Veronica was drying them.
Miss Burridge slid her last loaf of bread into the oven and then stood up and faced him.
"Philip Barrison," she said emphatically, "you have been a blessing for these weeks. I hate to see you go. Now, how much do I owe you for all the good things you've done for me?"
Philip laughed and, throwing his arms around her, gave her a hearty smack on the cheek.
"What do I owe you for popovers and corn fritters?" he rejoined. "Just don't let Veronica chew gum, nor let Genevieve flirt with Marley Hughes and we'll call it square."
Genevieve turned up her little nose and giggled, and Veronica looked scornful.
"Now, don't you tell me that Puppa liked it," he continued to her. "Besides, anybody that lives with your Aunt Pris has so many nicer things to chew there is no excuse. Oh, Miss Priscilla, how I hate to say adieu to the waffles!"
"Well, you must come real often, Phil. I heard you was goin' to give us a concert at the hall sometime this summer. Is that so? I do hope you will."