In Germany; ye gods! Was he nice only in Germany?
He stared at her blankly. He had a feeling that he would like to shake her; that he would like to—kiss her.
In the midst of her conflicting emotions little Miss Matthews arrived, and behind her steamed Captain Stubbs.
Justin, murmuring inarticulately, acknowledged the introduction to the captain, and greeted Miss Matthews.
Miss Matthews was very prim and trim in a white shirt-waist and stiff collar. She had a gray sweater over her arm, and a green veil was tied over her soft felt hat. She carried in her hand a brown Boston bag, the contents of which she explained to Bettina.
"I told the captain I would bring some home-made pickles."
Justin gave immediate attention.
"Miss Matthews," he said, "do you mean to say that you three will eat fish chowder and home-made pickles, and that I shan't be there?"
The little captain, in a glow of hospitality, said heartily, "Now, look here; can't you come with us?"
Justin showed his white teeth in a flashing smile. "It's an invitation that I've been fishing for all the morning, but Miss Dolce won't ask me."