get Mr. Buell to set it up without the legs if necessary and stick somethin' else under. Come and help me look, Phil." [Pg 18] Miss Burridge seized the young fellow's arm and dragged him into the kitchen, where in one corner reposed the new stove in its shining newness, its parts piled ignominiously lop-sided. Talking all the time, its owner pulled open one door after another, as Philip disengaged them, and at last she laid hands on the missing treasure. "Now I'll give you as good a dinner as ever comes off this stove if you'll go and get those men and bring 'em up here," she said. "Don't leave me till I'm whole-footed, Phil." "Want feet as well as legs, do you?" he chuckled. "All right. See you later if I can get Blake and Buell. If I can't, I suppose I'd better drown myself." "No, no, don't do that, Phil. You're better than nothing, yourself." [Pg 19] [Pg 19] CHAPTER II VERONICA CHAPTER II VERONICA For the next few days the right moment for Philip to desert Miss Burridge never seemed to arrive, and by that time the new establishment had come to be in very good running order, which was fortunate, as the expected boarders' dates were drawing near. Diana approached Philip one morning with a pleased countenance. He was encouraging the hopeful little sweet peas that stood in a green row below the porch. She came and sat on the rail above and watched him. "Miss Burridge is going to allow me to name our domicile," she announced. "Brave woman!" said Philip, coaxing the brown earth up against the line of green with his trowel. "Which of us is brave?" asked Diana, smiling,—"Miss Priscilla or myself?" "What are you going to call it? Olympus?" "Why should I?" Diana gave a soft, gurgling laugh.
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