"Life," said Berkeley, "is one sweet—"
"What is going on here?" demanded a voice behind them, and Mrs. Keap came out upon the porch, eying the pair suspiciously. It was evident that she, like Fresno, had dressed hurriedly.
"Mr. Fresno is going to sing to us," explained the younger girl, quickly.
"Really?"
"I am like the bird that greets the morn with song," laughed the tenor, awkwardly.
"What are you going to sing?" demanded the chaperon, still suspiciously. "Dearie."
"Don't you know any other song?"
"Oh yes, but they are all sad."
"I'm getting a trifle tired of Dearie, let's have one of the others." Mrs. Keap turned her eyes anxiously toward the training-quarters, and it was patent that she had not counted upon this encounter. Noting her lack of ease, Fresno said hopefully:
"If you are going for a walk, I'll sing for you at some other time."