"We're not going to have another party for a whole month.

Cousin Philip has been treating me like a spoiled child--stuffing me with treats--and I've put an end to it!" And this was the Helena that had stipulated so fiercely for her week-ends and her pals! The smart deepened.
"And you won't be tired of the country ?" "In the winter, perhaps," she said carelessly.

"Philip and I have all sorts of plans for the things we want to do in London in the winter.

But not now--when every hour's delicious!" "_Philip and I_!"-- a new combination indeed! She threw her head back again, drinking in the warm light and shade, the golden intensity of the fresh leaf above her.
"And next week there'll be frost, and you'll be shivering over the fire," he threw at her, in a sarcastic voice.
"Well, even that--would be nicer--than London," she said slowly.

"I never imagined I should like the country so much.