"I'll prove it if you'll come with me."
Diana smiled and moved along beside him. "It doesn't seem a real, mundane, earthly place to me yet," she said. "It must be wonderful to have a solid pied-à-terre here. They tell me there are many summer cottages, but they are far from our Inn and I haven't realized them yet. I am hoping my parents will consent to purchasing some ground here for me."
"Where do you usually go in summer?"
"Our cottage is at Newport, but I like better Pittsfield, where we go in the autumn."
Philip looked around at her as she moved along through the field beside him. "Is your middle name Biddle?" he asked.
"No, I have no middle name."
"I thought in Philadelphia only the descendants of the Biddles had cottages at Newport and Pittsfield."
Diana smiled. "I know that is a stock bit of humor. What was that about an Englishman who said he had seen Niagara Falls and almost every other wonder of America except a Biddle? He had not yet seen one."
"When do you laugh, Miss Wilbur?" asked Philip suddenly.