on Agnes, to-morrow?” and Philip replied also in an aside, “Well, if you wish me not to, why, of course I won’t.”
Ever since the day at Shiloh, when they went up to inspect the newly furnished Rosa cottage, Julia and Philip had had a little more interest in each other than ever before. Philip had discovered that Julia was not only companionable, but that she was so sensible that it was well worth while to pay attention to what she said.
“Are you really going to sleep on the ‘Balloon’ to-night?” called Brenda, as the three youths were walking away.
“Yes, indeed,” responded Tom. “I ought to have told you before, that if you happen to have more guests than you can accommodate at Rockley, you might as well send them over to the boat. We have quantities of room, in fact, a whole berth to spare.”
“I noticed, all the same,” said Will, smiling, “that you advised us to have our valises sent over to the hotel, as we would find it more comfortable to dress there to-morrow.”
“Naturally, dressing for a wedding is different from anything else,” responded Tom; “and I knew that I should need all the spare room on the ‘Balloon’ to-morrow to spread around in my best togs—beg your pardon, ladies—toggery. You see, we wish to look our very best when we appear in church.”
Philip and Will were already some distance down the road, whence their voices floated with, “Good-night, ladies, good-night, ladies, good-night, ladies, we ’re going to leave you now.”
