"Something that does duty for one, as I understand."
"Tom, this is too ridiculous, and vexatious," remonstrated his sister.
"We want you at Saratoga."
"Well, it is flattering; but you wanted me at St. Augustine a little while ago, and you had me. You can't always have a fellow. I'm going to see the Isles of Shoals before they're the rage. I want to get cooled off, for once, after Florida and Newport, besides."
"Isn't that the place where Mrs. Wishart is gone," said Philip now.
"I don't know—yes, I believe so."
"Mrs. Wishart!" exclaimed Julia in a different tone. "She gone to the
Isles of Shoals?"
"'Mrs. Wishart!" Mrs. Caruthers echoed. "Has she got that girl with her?"
Silence. Then Philip remarked with a laugh, that Tom's plan of "cooling off" seemed problematical.
"Tom," said his sister solemnly, "is Miss Lothrop going to be there?"
"Don't know, upon my word," said Tom. "I haven't heard."