"He would be a merciless enemy," said Diana warningly.
Mrs. Lowell shook her head. "I shall pray for the wisdom of the serpent and the harmlessness of the dove," she said.
CHAPTER VII ANOTHER WOUND
Meanwhile Veronica, her morning work finished, had started out to oblige Mrs. Lowell. As she tripped around the house in search of the unfortunate boy, she suspected herself of hoping she should not find him. She summoned recollections of the Boston train and of various occasions since, when her sympathy for him had been roused, and by the time she espied him lying against a rock in the sunshine, her courage had risen sufficiently to address him.
"Good-morning, Bertie," she said.
He started, as was his habit when addressed, and turned his apathetic face toward her.
"Do you like to play croquet?"
The boy rose to a sitting position.