He was a slightly built boy with a head of curly blond locks that were the envy of Joy, for her hair was neither blond nor dark and had no sign of curl.
Phil was the opposite. He was almost as dark as Kit, a tall, handsome fellow whose dark eyes were sombre and gave the impression that he was brooding.
Bob seemed to bring the breeze from outside in with him as he smiled and held out his hand to Colonel Baxter.
"Joy would never come home if I didn't drag her away, Colonel."
"That's because we are never quite willing to give up our little sprite," replied the Colonel with Old World courtesy. "We couldn't get along without Joy's laughter."
"Giggles, you mean," answered her brother playfully.
"Sounds just like a brother!" laughed Joy, looking up at the pleasant-faced boy beside her.
Bob and Phil were introduced to Kit and were quite startled at the vision of the Colonial maid.
"Having a masquerade?" asked Phil.
"Nothing like that," answered Bet. "Lady Betty Merriweather decided to come out of her frame, and here she is."