in the metal bowl, and the snowy foam of soap within it." She rolled up her naughty eyes as she spoke. [Pg 44] [Pg 44] Miss Burridge gave the girl a rebuking look, and then laughed. "Don't you go to makin' fun of her now," she said. "She's my star boarder, no matter who else comes, I'm in love with her whether Phil is or not. She's genuine, that girl is,—genuine." "And you don't want me to be imitation," giggled Veronica. "I see." Then the two went at the clearing-up and dish-washing in high good-humor. [Pg 45] [Pg 45] CHAPTER III A FRIENDLY PACT CHAPTER III A FRIENDLY PACT "You, Veronica," said Miss Burridge one morning, looking out of the kitchen window. "I feel sorry for that young boy." "I told you you would. Old Nick should worry what his nephew does with himself all day." "Veronica!" Miss Priscilla gave the girl a warning wink and motioned with her hand toward the sink where Genevieve, her hair in a tight braid and her slender figure attired in a scanty calico frock, was looking over the bib of an apron much too large for her, and washing the breakfast dishes. "Excuse me," said Veronica demurely. "I meant to say Mr. Gayne. Genevieve, you must never call Mr. Gayne 'Old Nick.' Do you hear?" "Veronica!" pleaded Miss Burridge. "Oh, we all know Mr. Gayne," said Genevieve, in her piercing, high voice which always seemed designed to be heard through the tumult of a storm at sea. "He has been here before, then?" asked Miss Burridge. [Pg 46]
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