"Ve-ronica!" exclaimed Miss Burridge with one of her warning looks at the back of Genevieve's head.
"You know now what I meant by calling it missionary work," said Mrs. Lowell. "Think about it if you have time. You will find the boy dull and distrustful. I have great hopes of you. Try to make him bright and trustful. I know it can't be done in a minute." The speaker again smiled confidentially into the girl's eyes.
Diana appeared in the entrance.
"Miss Emerson is in the hammock," she said softly. "Shall we take the back way?"
They slipped out the kitchen door and Veronica scrubbed a plate already dry.
"Mrs. Lowell is the sweetest, prettiest, most darling woman I ever saw," she stated.
"But nothin' like that Miss Diana," uttered Genevieve in, for her, a lowered voice. "She's so grand it scares me when she looks at me, and Matt Blake says her father owns the whole of Pennsylvania."
Veronica turned up an already aspiring nose and grunted disparagingly. It was hard to forgive Diana for being a goddess and not chewing gum.