A fountain, shot through with rainbow hues, was spraying a marble sprite, while a rheumatic gardener troweled round the rim of a loamy flower-bed.
Winnie, who had observed Merriwell's approach, came to the door herself to admit him.
"Oh, you didn't come to see me ?" she asked, when he inquired for Inza.
"That would be pleasant enough, but it wouldn't do to make Buck jealous!" He laughed in his cheery way.
"I don't think it would be easy to make him jealous of you now," she answered.

"And I'm so glad he is to pitch for you Saturday! I want to thank you for that, myself.

It was just like you to send such an invitation." Merriwell's eyes dropped under her earnest look.

He dared not tell her just then that the invitation had been procured by Dunstan Kirk.
"Who told you he is to pitch Saturday ?" "Why, he told me so this morning himself." "And, of course, you have told Elsie and Inza ?" "Yes." "Well, I want to see Inza, and have a talk with her, about the New London races.

So I think I will take a car for Mrs.Moran's." Winnie had informed him that both Inza and Elsie had gone on an errand of mercy to the home of the grandmother of Barney Lynn.
"And you won't come in, even a little while?
You prefer their society to mine, I see! I am ashamed of you, Frank Merriwell! You are not as gallant as you used to be." Her voice was merry and her heart light.
"Some other afternoon or evening I shall be glad to come in and talk you to death.