Diana smiled pensively. "I think you are very amusing, Mr. Barrison," she said. Philip vaulted up over the railing and took a seat beside her, regarding his earth-stained hands and then her serene countenance, whose gaze was bent upon him. He shook his head to toss the blond forelock out of his eyes. "So my voice gives you a thrill, eh?" "Oh, decidedly," was the devout response. "That's a good thing. I thought perhaps you couldn't really be roused from your dreaminess before the fourth of July, but I have some tones that in that case will be warranted to set you and the echoes going at the same time." Diana clasped her hands. "Oh, utter them," she begged. "Can't," laughed Philip, wiping his warm forehead with his shirt-sleeve. "The stage isn't set." Diana continued to look imploringly ardent. "'Drink to me only with thine eyes,'" she suggested. "That's the only way they'll let you do it nowadays," responded Philip, kicking the heels of his sneakers gently against the railing. Miss Burridge looked over her spectacles at Diana in her beseeching attitude, and her eyes widened still further as the girl went on slowly with her brown gaze fixed on Philip's quizzical countenance: "How can I bear to leave thee! One parting kiss I give thee--" "Dear me," thought Miss Priscilla. "I'd never have believed it of her." And it occurred to her for the first time that Philip Barrison was a handsome man. "Fare_well_," went on Diana, with soft fervor. "'Farewell, my own true love--'" "Farewell," sang Philip, falling into the trap and finishing the phrase. "'Farewe-ell, my own--true--love.'" "Oh," breathed Diana, and the way her clasped hands fell upon her heart caused Miss Priscilla much embarrassment. "I can scarcely wait," said the girl slowly, "to hear you sing a real song with a real accompaniment. There is such rare penetrating richness in the quality of your voice." Miss Burridge cleared her throat. "I shouldn't wonder if Miss Wilbur was a real help to you, Phil," she said. "Young folks need encouragement." "And soap-suds," added Philip, regarding his earthy hands and glancing merrily up at Diana, who was still standing in her attitude of adoration; but there was no answering merriment in those brown orbs. Her brain might tell her later that Miss Burridge's patronizing remark had been amusing, but she would be obliged to think it over. Philip jumped off the railing, whistling, and followed Miss Priscilla into the house and to the sink, while Diana, reminiscently humming "The Soldier's Farewell," descended the steps and wandered away. When, the next day in town, Philip stood in the Union Station waiting for Veronica's train, he wondered how he was to know her, but remembering that Miss Burridge spoke of having instructed her to go the first thing to the transfer office about her trunk, he turned his steps thither as the crowds poured off the train. All Boston seemed to have decided to come to Maine for the summer.