Diana smiled and moved along beside him. "It doesn't seem a real, mundane, earthly place to me yet," she said. "It must be wonderful to have a solid _pied-à-terre_ here. They tell me there are many summer cottages, but they are far from our Inn and I haven't realized them yet. I am hoping my parents will consent to purchasing some ground here for me." "Where do you usually go in summer?" "Our cottage is at Newport, but I like better Pittsfield, where we go in the autumn." Philip looked around at her as she moved along through the field beside him. "Is your middle name Biddle?" he asked. "No, I have no middle name." "I thought in Philadelphia only the descendants of the Biddles had cottages at Newport and Pittsfield." Diana smiled. "I know that is a stock bit of humor. What was that about an Englishman who said he had seen Niagara Falls and almost every other wonder of America except a Biddle? He had not yet seen one." "When do you laugh, Miss Wilbur?" asked Philip suddenly. "Why, whenever anything amuses me, of course." "Yet you like the island, although it has never amused you yet. I have lived in the house with you for two weeks and I haven't heard you laugh." Diana looked up at him and laughed softly. "How amusing!" she said. He nodded. "It's very good-looking, very. Do that again sometime. How did you happen to run away from family this season?" "I was tired and almost ill, and some people at home had been here and told me about it. So I came, really incontinently. I did not wait to perfect arrangements, and when I arrived in a severe rainstorm one evening, I found great kindness at the house my friends had told me of, but no clean towels. They were going to have a supply later, but meanwhile I lost my heart to the view from our Inn piazza and Miss Burridge found me there one day and took me in for better or for worse. That explains me. Now, what explains your having a grandmother here?" "Her daughter marrying my father, I imagine. My grandfather was a sea-captain, Cap'n Steve Dorking. He had given up the sea by the time I came along." "Here? Were you born here?" "Yes." "That explains the maritime tints in your eyes. Even when they laugh the sparkle is like the sun on the water. Continue, please." "Well, my father, who came here to fish, met my mother, fell in love, married her, and took her away. He was very clever at everything except making money, it seems, so my mother came home within a year to welcome me on to the planet. My grandfather had a small farm, and I was his shadow and one of his 'hands' until I was eight years old." "Was it a happy life?" "It was. I remember especially the smell of Grammy's buttery, sweet-smelling cookies, and gingerbread, and apple pies with cinnamon. It smells the same way now. Do you wonder I like to come back?" "You stimulate my appetite," said Diana.