"I shouldn't wonder. My accompanist is coming to-day and we shall do a little work and a lot of fishing."
"Is he a young feller? You must bring him up to play croquet with the girls."
"Well, I don't know whether he has any experience as an Alpine climber or not."
"Why, I don't think it's such an awful bad ground. Do you, Veronica?"
"Not if he's real nice and hasn't any whiskers," replied the girl. "Heaven knows he'll be better than nothing. Such a place as this and not a beau! It's a crime."
"How about me?" inquired Philip modestly.
Veronica lifted her upper lip disdainfully. "Oh, you, with your lectures and your goddesses! What earthly good are you?"
"Cr-rushed!" exclaimed Philip.
"Talked to Mrs. Lowell all last evening on the piazza in that lovely moonlight. The idea of wasting it on a Mrs. I suppose there's a Mr. to her."