“Thank you. But if I had been?”
Again Miss Dinon looked toward the sea, and said,—
“I might perhaps have been more appreciative.”
“And to-day,” said Marge, gently taking the lady’s finger-tips,—“no, not to-day, but hereafter, is it impossible that I should honestly earn it?”
“Who knows,” said Agnes, gently, “but you?”
“Phil!” gasped Lucia, from the back of the old beach-wagon, “he is kissing her hand!”
“Umph!” said Phil: “what can that mean?”
Lucia looked at him soberly, and replied,—
“What a question for you, of all men, to ask!”
“Why, ’tis only an old-fashioned form of salutation or adieu,” said Phil, “I have your own word for it: don’t you remember?”