"Don't want to pick 'em anywhere. But come along, and see them at home.
They'll be awfully glad to see you."
It was not far, and talking of nothings the two strolled that way. There was much rejoicing over Philip's return, and much curiosity expressed as to where he had been and what he had been doing for a long time past. Finally, Mrs. Caruthers proposed that he should go on to Florida with them.
"Yes, do!" cried Tom. "You go, and I'll stay."
"My dear Tom!" said his mother, "I could not possibly do without you."
"Take Julia. I'll look after the house, and Dillwyn will look after your baggage."
"And who will look after you, you silly boy?" said his sister. "You're the worst charge of all."
"What is the matter?" Philip asked now.
"Women's notions," said Tom. "Women are always full of notions! They can spy game at hawk's distance; only they make a mistake sometimes, which the hawk don't, I reckon; and think they see something when there is nothing."
"We know what we see this time," said his sister. "Philip, he's dreadfully caught."
"Not the first time?" said Dillwyn humorously. "No danger, is there?"