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Veronica that she heard her aunt's name on many lips, and Philip found himself feeling responsible for the trunk checks of everybody who was seeking Miss Burridge.

      The upshot of it all was, by the time he had safeguarded the baggage of the arrivals and sent them on their way, he and Veronica were left to climb the road and pursue the walk toward home.

      "Didn't that old hawk-nose say he was going to Aunt Priscilla's?"

      "It's a very good-looking nose," remarked Philip. "But so far as I could see, all your friends of the train were bound for the same place."

      "He'll be lucky," said Veronica viciously, "if I don't put Paris green in his tea. Oh, what a beautiful view of the sea!" she exclaimed as they reached the summit of the hill.

      They had not walked far when Bill Lindsay's Ford came whirring back over the much-traveled road, and he turned around for them.

      "After all," said Philip, as the machine started back up the island, "your lady of the blue veil should set off the affliction of Mephisto's presence."

      "Did she come?" asked Veronica delightedly.

      "Yes, didn't you see me pack her in with the woman whose halo won't fit? The dull boy sat between them."

      "Well," said Veronica, "then there's no great loss without some small gain."

      When the motor reached the Inn, Miss Priscilla was pleased with the way Veronica dropped her hat and jacket in the kitchen, and after drinking the one cup of cocoa upon which her aunt insisted, was ready to help her carry in the late supper for the new guests with whom Philip sat down at table. Veronica, coming and going, tried to make out his status in the house.

      "That Mr. Barrison you sent to meet me," she said to her aunt when the meal was over, "told me he was your man-of-all-work. He don't act much like it."

      "Law, child," Miss Priscilla laughed. "He has been lately. Phil's a dear boy when he isn't a wretch, and he's helped me out ever since I came. I won't ever forget how good he's been. Now, let's sit down and let me see you eat this fresh omelette and tell me all about yourself. I see you're just like your mother, handy and capable, and let me tell you, it takes a big load off me, Veronica."

      Just as she finished speaking, Diana Wilbur came in from the twilight stroll she had been taking.

      "Miss Wilbur, this is my little niece, Veronica Trueman," said Miss Priscilla. "She has come to help me, and high time, too. Four people came to-night and there will be more to-morrow."

      Diana approached the newcomer and looked down upon her kindly after taking her offered hand.

      "You must have had an inspiring ride down the bay, Miss Veronica," she said. "I have been taking a walk to see the sun set. It was heavenly to-night. Such translucent rose-color, and violet that shimmered into turquoise, and robin's-egg blue. How fortunate for the new people to get that first impression! Well, Miss Burridge," Diana sighed. "Of course we must be glad to see them, but it has been a very subtle joy to retire and to waken with no human sounds about us. I shall always remember this last two weeks."

      "I'm glad you feel that way," said Miss Priscilla. "I thought, though, that you'd heard lots o' sounds. Phil makes enough noise for a regiment when he is dressin' in the mornin'."

      "You can scarcely call such melodious tones noise, can you?" replied Miss Wilbur gently. "His flute is more liquid than that of the hermit thrush."

      "I never heard him play the flute." Miss Priscilla looked surprised.

      "I refer to the marvelous, God-bestowed instrument that dwells within him," explained Diana.

      "I think myself," said Miss Priscilla, clearing her throat, "that it's kind o' cozy to hear a man whistlin' and shoutin' around in the mornin' while he's dressin'. I suppose he'll be leavin' us pretty soon now. I hate to see him go, he's gettin' the plants into such good shape; and wasn't he good about scythin' paths so we wouldn't get wet to our knees every time we left the house? I don't know how you ever had the courage to wade over to this piazza before I came, Miss Wilbur."

      "Mr. Barrison certainly did smooth our paths."

      "He told me he was Aunt Priscilla's man-of-all-work," said Veronica, busy with her omelette.

      "So he has been," replied Diana seriously: "out of the goodness of his heart and the cleverness of his hands; but he is a great artist, Miss Veronica, or at least he will be."

      "Do you mean he paints?"

      "No, he sings: and it is singing – such as must have sounded when the stars sang together."

      "Dear me," said Veronica, "I wish I'd asked him to pipe up when we were on the boat."

      Diana let her gaze rest for a moment of silence on the sacrilegious speaker, then she excused herself, saying she would go up to her room.

      As soon as the door had closed behind her, Veronica looked up and bestowed upon her aunt a meaning wink.

      "She's got it bad, hasn't she?" she said.

      Miss Burridge put her finger to her lips warningly. "Sh!" she breathed. "Sometimes I think she has: but, law, Phil's nothing but a boy."

      "And she's nothing but a girl," said Veronica practically. "That's the way it usually begins."

      Miss Burridge laughed. "What do you know about it, you child?"

      "Not so much as I'd like to. Puppa would never let anybody stay after ten o'clock, and you don't really get warmed up before ten o'clock."

      "Why, Veronica Trueman, how you talk!"

      "Don't speak of how I talk!" said Veronica. "Hasn't that Miss Wilbur got language! I guess Mr. Barrison likes her, too. He told me she was a goddess."

      "Oh, Phil's just full of fun. He always will be a rapscallion at heart, no matter how great he ever gets to be."

      "Well, he doesn't want anybody else to stop saying prunes and prisms. He didn't even want me to chew gum. Anybody that's as unnatural as that had better marry a goddess. Now, let's go for those dishes, Aunt Priscilla."

      "You good child!" said Miss Burridge appreciatively. "I can't really ask Genevieve to stay in the evenin'. She's the little girl who comes every day and prepares vegetables and washes dishes. Now, one minute, Veronica, while I get the names o' these new people straight. I've got their letters here." Miss Priscilla took them down from the chimney-piece. "There's Mrs. Lowell, she's alone, and Miss Emerson, she's alone, and Mr. Nicholas Gayne and his nephew, Herbert Gayne. I wonder how long I'll remember that."

      "I know them all," said Veronica sententiously. "The whole bunch came on in the same car with me from Boston. It's my plan to poison Mr. Gayne."

      "Don't talk that way, child."

      "You'll agree to it when you see how mean he is to his nephew. The boy isn't all there."

      "What do you mean?"

      "Has rooms to let in the upper story, you know." Veronica touched her round forehead. "Mrs. Lowell is a queen and Miss Emerson isn't; or else Miss Emerson is a queen and Mrs. Lowell isn't. I'll know which is t'other to-morrow."

      "You seem to have made up your mind about them all."

      "Oh, yes!" said Veronica. "You don't have to eat a whole jar of butter to find out whether it's good. All I need is a three-minute taste of anybody, and I had three hours and a half of them. Now, come on, Aunt Priscilla, let's put some transparent water in the metal bowl, and the snowy foam of soap within it." She rolled up her naughty eyes as she spoke.

      Miss Burridge gave the girl a rebuking look, and then laughed. "Don't you go to makin' fun of her now," she said. "She's my star boarder, no matter who else comes, I'm in love with her whether Phil is or not. She's genuine, that girl is, – genuine."

      "And you don't want me to be imitation," giggled Veronica. "I see."

      Then the two went at the clearing-up and dish-washing in high good-humor.

      CHAPTER III

      A FRIENDLY PACT

      "You, Veronica," said Miss Burridge one morning, looking out of the kitchen

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