“Why, of course,” exclaimed Mrs. Cressler. “Isabel,” she called, addressing Miss Gretry, who sat on the opposite side of the steps, “isn’t the lemonade near you? Fill a couple of glasses for Laura and Page.”

Page murmured her thanks, but Laura declined.

“No; just plain water for me,” she said. “Isn’t there some inside? Mr. Court can get it for me, can’t he?” Landry brought the pitcher back, running at top speed and spilling half of it in his eagerness. Laura thanked him with a smile, addressing him, however, by his last name. She somehow managed to convey to him in her manner the information that though his offence was forgotten, their old-time relations were not, for one instant, to be resumed.

Later on, while Page was thrumming her mandolin, Landry whistling a second, Mrs. Cressler took occasion to remark to Laura: