“No? What is it?”
“She’s coming to The Lilacs to-day to stay a month—Mrs. Vander Laan knew her mother. Last year she visited me. She’s tall and slender, and has the most beautiful eyes, and hair, and nose, and mouth, and complexion——”
“Hold! Hold!” cried Phil, in mock alarm.
“She’s perfect, in fact. Let’s take this dapply road.”
“Haven’t time—the fellows expect me at practice. Go on about the goddess.”
“She is a goddess. And everybody worships at her shrine. You’ve heard of faces that haunt?”
“Creditors?” suggested Phil.
“I met her first at Miss Pendleton’s. She ruled the school, she was so beautiful. No man’s ever seen her without capitulating.”
“Number one,” announced Phil, pointing at his chest. “What’s her name?”
“Genevieve.”