"No." She looked down at Paul's hand beside her on the bench. It still held a warm tan from summer, and his fingers were very long and thin and at the same time gave an appearance of great strength. They were blunt at the tips, the nails square and clean. "I couldn't be with father while he's traveling about," she said, "and I had to be somewhere and Eunice suggested this school. Father always seems to do what Eunice suggests about me...." Her voice trailed off. Paul saw that she was looking at his hand on the bench between them and for a second his fingers twitched the way she had noticed someone's foot would do if you stared at it long enough in a subway or bus or even in the classroom at school. Then he reached down and fondled Ariel. "Ariel is a beautiful dog," she said politely. "Where did you get him?" "I found him in the street. He had been hit by a car and left there and his leg was broken. I set it myself and took care of him and now he is fine, he doesn't even limp, and when I showed him to Dr. Bejart--a friend of mine--he said he was a very fine dog." "But that's wonderful!" Flip cried, gazing admiringly at Ariel. "How did you know about setting a leg?" Paul looked pleased at her praise. "I intend to be a doctor. A surgeon. Of course I must go to college and medical school and everything first. Right now I don't go to school at all. I am trying to study by myself and my father is helping me but of course I know I must go back to school sooner or later. I think that it will be later." A shadow swept over his face and it seemed to Flip as though the day had suddenly darkened. She looked up startled and indeed the sun had dropped behind the mountain. She rose. "I have to go. I didn't realize it was so late. If I don't get back quickly they'll miss me." Paul stood up, too. "Do go, then," he said. "If you're caught they wouldn't let you come back, would they? Will you come back?" "Do you want me to?" Flip asked. "Yes. When will you come?" "I could come next Sunday. But are you sure you want me to? You don't want to be alone?" "I can be alone all week," Paul said. "Come Sunday, then, Philippa." She started away but turned back and said tentatively, "At home I'm called Flip ..." and waited. But Paul did not laugh as the girls at school had done. Instead he said, "Good-bye, Flip." "Good-bye," she said, and started up the mountain. 6 When she got back to school they had noticed her long absence. Gloria turned from the group by the phonograph and demanded, "Where've you been, Pill?" "Oh--out for a walk," Flip answered vaguely. "Out for a walk my aunt Fanny," Esmée Bodet said. "You've probably been mooning down in that chapel again. I think it's sacrilegious." "Or maybe she was out on a date," Sally suggested. "I bet she was. That would be just like our Pill, wouldn't it, kids? Were you out on a date, Pill?"