"Yes, that was my grandfather's pasture, and many a time I've gone there for the cows. But one woman after another besieged him for the ground, and he sold it off." "If I had some land here, I would prefer to be more isolated," said Diana. "Then you would better speak quick," said Philip. "The country seems to have its eye on Casco Bay. There comes the boat around the point now." They hastened their pace and went down a flight of steps which led to the wharf. It was a busy spot full of people and trunks and barrels and boxes. Everybody greeted Philip and looked at Diana, and Philip presently descried the peering face of a man on the upper deck of the approaching boat. He was dressed in a double-breasted suit of a fine check and carried a stick which, presently descrying Philip's blond head, he shook in his direction and, picking up his bag, turned and went downstairs at the call: "Land from the lower deck." The newcomer was evidently alive all over and impatient of the delay to the moment when he could run up the gangplank. From time to time he shook his stick toward Philip, and gazed at the girl beside him. At last he gained the wharf, set down his bag and shook hands with Philip. Being presented to Miss Wilbur, he took off his hat and disclosed tight curly hair, close-clipped and groomed to the last degree of shine. "Perfectly heavenly sail we've had down, or up, I don't know which it is," he exclaimed with a burr to his _r_'s which increased the enthusiastic effect of his speech. "I told you it was paradise," said Philip. "And you proved it by bringing one o' the angels with you," returned Kelly, smiling at Diana. She regarded him with her usual serenity. "I see that, like Mr. Barrison, you enjoy using hyperbole," she said. "Really," returned Kelly curiously. "Am I that clever? Yes, old chap, here's my check. I have a box somewhere around these diggings." "Now, wait a minute," said Philip. "I lured Miss Wilbur down here with me to meet you and now I must return her honorably to her dinner. _Oh_, Bill." He pushed through the crowd to where the motor stood, the center of new arrivals. "Save one seat, Bill," he said. "Lady for Miss Burridge's." There was some good-natured crowding, but there being two more passengers for Miss Burridge's, Diana was squeezed in, and Barney Kelly, his hat waving from his hand, quite eclipsed Philip in the attentiveness with which he bade her godspeed. "Who's the Vere de Vere?" he asked when Bill Lindsay had whipped up his engine and moved off. "A young lady from Philadelphia," returned Philip, a trifle stiffly.