And I'm awfully afraid the
benevolent old gentleman in the parsonage is waiting. He promised.
Diane, I can't pretend to swing this function without you!"
"Philip!" faltered Diane and meeting his level, imploring gaze, laughed
and colored deliciously.
"A matrimonial pirate!" said Philip. "That's what I am. I've got to
be."
"Aunt Agatha!" whispered Diane despairingly.
"I'll patch it up with Aunt Agatha," promised Philip. "You forget I'm
in strong with her now. Didn't I rescue a dime from the fish?"
"And the Seminole girl makes her lover a shirt--it's always customary--"
"You've forgotten," said that young practician with his most charming
smile, "I've a shirt mended nicely along the sleeve and shoulder by my
lady's fingers. Indeed, dear, I have it on! And to-morrow--it's
Arcadia for you and me--"
Somehow, with the words came a flood of memory pictures. There was
Philip by the camp fire in Arcadia whittling his ridiculous wildwood
pipe; Philip aboard the hay-camp and Philip in the garb of a nomadic
Greek; Philip unwinding the music-machine for the staring Indians and
building himself a tunic with Sho-caw's sewing machine; Philip and a
moon above the marsh--
Utter loyalty and unchanging protection! Shaking, the girl covered her
face with her hands.
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