"Yes, Barrison," added her father, "but when your voice fails, we know what you can do: skip around a vessel at sea for the movies." "You rather liked that fracas, didn't you, Mr. Wilbur?" returned Philip. "Indeed, I did. When you come here to recuperate from the atrocities of singer allies, I'll join you and we will repeat the dose." "Dose is the word," put in Kelly in an undertone. When finally the party adjourned to the deck, they fell into groups: Mrs. Lowell and Diana, Veronica and Barney, Mr. and Mrs. Wilbur and Philip. The sun had gone down, and the western sky was still crimson. Diana put her hand over in Mrs. Lowell's lap. "We know how violet the sea looks this minute from the Inn piazza," she said. "You will go on seeing it." "And you will carry it away," returned Mrs. Lowell. "That, and many another picture which you will stop to look at sometimes on a winter day." "Yes, they are mine," said Diana gravely. "Even this pond of a cove with the green banks and woods rising all about it. This is a picture that I love, too." "Bert was quite troubled because he thought you seemed sad at leaving." "Good little sympathetic fellow," said Diana. "I don't want to believe, Mrs. Lowell, that this is good-bye for us." "I hope it is not. New York and Philadelphia are not far apart, but you will begin to be absorbed in other interests as soon as this yacht leaves the cove." Diana shook her head. "My memory is not so short." Mrs. Lowell looked at her with thoughtful affection. "I hope they won't spoil you, my dear," she said wistfully. "It is very remarkable that you have come along so far with 'a heart at leisure from itself.'" "Oh, do you think I have that?" returned Diana, looking up with seeking eyes. "I do, my dear. The key note of happy usefulness is unselfishness. I have been surprised by your unselfishness, Diana--under circumstances that usually make for the other thing." "But, Mrs. Lowell, I am frightfully selfish!" exclaimed the girl. "You don't know!" Her friend smiled. "Well, if you see it, that is half the battle. The other half is putting it down--destroying it." "It is usually about--about people," said Diana unsteadily. "I--I am afraid I am a monopolist--" "My word, but you people are interested in each other," said Philip Barrison, suddenly appearing beside them. "Just lift your eyes." They looked up and saw the moon rising majestically above the hill-road, and the cove beginning to glitter. "Now that mustn't make any difference," said Mrs. Wilbur firmly. "The moon won't run away and Mr. Barrison has consented to sing for us." "The minutes are going so fast, so fast," thought Diana, "and there will be no more." Mrs. Wilbur herded her group together and convoyed them to the music-room. "This is really an especial treat for Mr. Wilbur," she said to Philip. "You know he is the only one of us who hasn't heard you."