"It is out of tune," said Val; "but I suppose she thinks it better than nothing. Isn't she pretty?" Val asked her cousin, in a dogged tone.
"Extremely—most charming little person."
"She usually has rather nice, retiring manners," remarked Mrs. Gano.
And then they said good-night.
Ethan looked inquiringly into his cousin's face. "It isn't late; come out on the veranda while I smoke a cigarette."
"I thought you objected to going out such weather as this."
"But we won't get wet on the veranda."
"No, not on the veranda"—but seeing Julia home was a different matter.
"It's your bedtime, Val," interposed Mrs. Gano—"and long past yours, Emmie. Ethan, you must not demoralize the children."
He laughed, and went out by himself.