"Yes, indeed, and a very pleasant one. The perfume is heavy these warm nights after the sun has been shining on it all day."
"You have no idea what a charm the country has for me. I have really been in it so little since I was a boy."
"But your home is in the country, is it not?"
"Yes, but my family spend the winters in Washington, and our country home is only open during the summer months. I don't often get a chance to go down there. My mother keeps the house pretty well filled, for my two married brothers live at home."
"And have you no sisters?"
Farr's voice, which had sounded a little cold when speaking of his home, changed to sudden tenderness.
"Yes, one, and she is the dearest little girl in the world."
"I suppose you love her dearly, and do your best to spoil her?"
"Well, Clarisse and I are certainly great chums," he assented.
"How nice it must be to have an older brother. We girls have always regretted so that we did not have one, although," with a sad little sigh, "we used to have a dear old friend who was just as good as a brother; but he has gone away now."