"Daisies and swallows," said Philip musingly. "They do seem to belong especially. It makes me think of a song." He paused. "Did you hear that booming of a new whistle this morning? There's a stranger in the cove, a swell yacht. I thought you might like to come down and see it." "Yes, I should. Let me put the flowers in water and I will be with you." She reappeared quickly, and they struck off across the field to the road. "How could I know it was a strange whistle?" asked the girl. "I suppose you wouldn't, but to us islanders every familiar whistle is like the voice of a friend. Kelly is waiting for us in his boat. We want to row out to the beauty." "It was very kind of you to come 'way up here for me," said Diana. There came walking toward them along the road a man in white trousers, dark-blue coat, and cap with a gold insignia. "That must be some one from the yacht now," said Philip. Diana looked up, looked again, and with a cry of delight, ran forward straight into the arms of the man. "Daddy, Daddy!" she cried, "how good of you!" The tall, handsome stranger, with silver threads in his brown mustache, glanced up at his daughter's escort while he kissed her. "I had to look you up, you know," he said while she held him tight, her arms around his neck. Loosing him, she half turned to Philip. "This is Mr. Barrison, Daddy. We were just going down to see who was the stranger in the cove." Mr. Wilbur shook hands with the tanned, blond youth in a perfunctory manner, scarcely looking at him. "Mamma is here. Did you know it?" cried Diana. "No. You don't say so! Kill both my birds with one stone, eh?" The girl held out her hand to Philip. "I shall have to go back, Mr. Barrison. Daddy, take your card and write an order for Mr. Barrison and his friend to go over the yacht. They were just going to row out to it, and I was going with them. How little I thought it was you, dearest." She kissed him again and fumbled at her father's buttons. Philip thought there was some reluctance in the cool glance the yachtsman flung him again. "Don't trouble yourself, Mr. Wilbur. Another time, perhaps." "No, this minute," said Diana. Mr. Wilbur got at an inside pocket. "Mr. Barrison will take you deep-sea fishing if you can stay a few days. You have often spoken of it." "A fisherman, eh?" said Mr. Wilbur, as he took out his card and wrote upon it. Diana laughed nervously. "Oh, no, Daddy, but he knows the ropes here." She handed the card to Philip. "The Idlewild is worth visiting," she said, "and you never can tell with these yachtsmen. They slip off sometimes in the middle of the night. A bird in the hand, you know." She smiled. "Au revoir." Philip, holding his card, looked after them as they went on up the road. Diana was hanging on her father's arm. The young fellow's face flushed deeply under the tan, and his lips came together firmly.