"There they go now!" exclaimed Charles from the window. "By George! She's a good-looking woman yet!"
Fred joined him and looked down. Phil and her mother were passing rapidly on the opposite side of the street. Unconsciously Fred drew off his cap.
"She's a very pleasant woman," he remarked. "Phil introduced me to her the other day."
"The devil she did! Where did all this happen?"
"At Mr. Montgomery's. Phil's staying there while her father's away."
"I like your cheek! They say my nerve is pretty well developed, but it isn't equal to that. How did our late aunt—I suppose that's what she is," he grinned—"take you?"
"Like a lady, for instance. My going there wasn't as cheeky as you imagine. I was invited."
"Phil?"
"No; Mr. Montgomery."
"There must be a trick in it somewhere. He's a foxy old boy, that Amzi. Has the general appearance of a fool, but he never loses any money."