"Tremendously!"
"Most strangers think the place has great beauty," observed his guest innocently.
"There's more beauty here in Wilton than I ever saw before in all my life," burst out Bob, then stopped suddenly and blushed.
His listener dimpled.
"Really?" she remarked, raising her delicately arched brows. "You are enthusiastic about the Cape, aren't you!"
"Some parts of it."
"Where else have you been?"
The question came with disturbing directness.
"Oh—why—Middleboro, Tremont, Buzzard's Bay and Harwich," answered the man hurriedly. As he named the list he was conscious that it smacked rather too suggestively of a brakeman's, and he saw she thought so too, for she turned aside to hide a smile.
"You might sit down; won't you?" he suggested, eager that she should not depart.