Mrs. Wilbur continued to stare while her husband's closed eyes opened and he also regarded Diana as she stood up, her hands clenched. "That was Helen Loring's creed," said Mrs. Wilbur dryly. "There is a better one. Don't forget that." The girl's head drooped and the roses faded. Ten minutes later she went down the awning-guarded steps at the yacht's side, and entered the waiting boat with its shining brasses and natty, white-uniformed sailors, to go ashore. Miss Burridge was quite touched by the feeling displayed by her star boarder at their parting. "I do not remember any period of my life which has been so happy as the last six weeks," said the girl, her lip quivering. "Would you take care of me if I should take the Inn for next summer and come here with friends a part of the season?" "Take the Inn, Miss Wilbur?" "Yes. My father said that might be more sensible than for me to build here. I would make satisfactory arrangements with you. Perhaps Veronica would come with you, then you wouldn't mind if you had the place to yourselves much of the season." "Of course, I should like an easy berth like that, Miss Wilbur." Miss Burridge laughed with a suspicion of moisture around her lashes at the pressure of Diana's hands, and the seriousness of her plaintive eyes. "I must say good-bye to Bertie. I wonder where he is." "Up in his room, I think. He came in a few minutes ago." There Diana found him. He looked up from the stretcher over which he was working and was surprised to see his friend in her street clothes. "Are you going to Boston again?" he asked. "I am leaving permanently," she answered, and she took his hand and drew him down to a seat beside her. He looked at her as she bit her lip while she smiled on him, and he thought she was going to cry. "We shall be here a couple more nights, but I shall be on the yacht. Have you seen it, Bertie? Would you like to come down with me now and go over it?" "I'd like to make a sketch of it." The boy looked interested. "Very well, you shall. Bill is coming for us in a few minutes. You drive down with us; but I want to tell you, before we go, how happy I am for you." "You don't look happy at all, Miss Diana. You look sad. Are you sad?" "I am a little bit--leaving here, and all the friends. Do you know that we are related in some far-off way, Bertie? You might call me Cousin Diana. You mustn't forget me." "No, I won't forget you," replied the boy, noticing that her lip quivered. "Mrs. Lowell will write to you." "Yes, I'm sure she will," said Diana, touching her eyes quickly with her handkerchief, "and Mrs. Lowell is a wonderful friend. She has told me of her arrangements for you, told me about the fine, strapping young fellow, Mr. Lawrence, who is going to be your companion and tutor. I expect when I see you next that you will stand up, straight as a young soldier--" "Straight as--as Mr. Barrison," said Bert, pulling his slender shoulders back hopefully.