"Plans?" repeated Mrs. Burrage. "What plans?" She looked doubtfully from one to the other of the faces before her. "Does he tell you his plans, Miss Lothrop?"
"Won't you sit down, Mrs. Burrage?" said Lois. "I am always interested when anybody speaks of Switzerland."
"Switzerland!" cried the lady, sinking into a chair, and her eyes going to her brother again. "You are not talking of Switzerland for next summer?"
"Where can one be better in summer?"
"But you have been there ever so many times!"
"By which I know how good it will be to go again."
"I thought you would spend the summer with me!"
"Where?" he asked, with a smile.
"Philip, I wish you would dress your hair like other people."
"It defies dressing, sister," he said, passing his hand over the thick mass.