"Good. I'll wigwag from the porch, Bobbie. Keep your eyes open for my signal."
Bettina, still hemstitching on white frills, welcomed Justin with a charming smile, but with a decided negative to his invitation.
"I'm going out with Anthony."
Justin eyed her reproachfully. "I told you once before that three was a crowd——"
"Oh, but this time it isn't three, but two—Anthony and I are going alone in his little car, and we are to have dinner at Green Gables."
All the laughter died out of his face. "Oh, I'm afraid you must think me all kinds of fool." He turned abruptly to Sophie. "Mrs. Martens, you'll go in Bobbie's boat, won't you? He's dying to ask Doris."
"Do you really want me?" Sophie asked, brightly.
"Always, dear lady."
Bettina, bending over her frills, felt a sudden sense of desolation.
"Oh, dear," she said, wistfully. "Why do all the nice things come at once?"