Now Diane with a furtive glance at Philip's camp, had been hostilely
considering the discouraging effect of Aunt Agatha's presence upon the
rival camper. That Aunt Agatha would presently discern degenerative
traces of criminality in his face by reason of his reprehensible
proximity to her niece's camp, Diane did not doubt. That the aggrieved
lady would call upon him within a day or so and air her rigid notions
of propriety and convention, was well within the range of probability.
Wherefore--
Aunt Agatha broke plaintively in upon her thoughts.
"If you would only listen, Diane!" she complained. "I've spoken three
times of your grandfather's old estate and dear knows you ought to
remember it--"
"I beg your pardon, Aunt!" stammered the girl sincerely.
"Certainly," said Aunt Agatha with dignity, "I deserve some attention.
What with the dark, gloomy rooms of the house and the cobwebs and
cranky spiders--and the people of St. Augustine believing it to be
haunted--so that I could scarcely keep a servant--and green mould in
the cellar--and a croquet set--and waiting down South when I distinctly
promised to go back with the Sherrills in March--I take it very hard of
you, Diane, to be so absent-minded. Ugh! How dark the lake has grown
and the wind and the noise of the water.
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