Mr. Beebe saw that Miss Bartlett would be cold if she sat out, and
that Minnie would be dull if she sat in, so he proposed a division
of forces. They would hand the child her food through the window.
Thus he was incidentally enabled to discuss the fortunes of Lucy.
"I have been thinking, Miss Bartlett," he said, "and, unless you
very much object, I would like to reopen that discussion." She
bowed. "Nothing about the past. I know little and care less about
that; I am absolutely certain that it is to your cousin's credit.
She has acted loftily and rightly, and it is like her gentle
modesty to say that we think too highly of her. But the future.
Seriously, what do you think of this Greek plan?" He pulled out
the letter again. "I don't know whether you overheard, but she
wants to join the Miss Alans in their mad career. It's all--I
can't explain--it's wrong."
Miss Bartlett read the letter in silence, laid it down, seemed to
hesitate, and then read it again.
"I can't see the point of it myself.
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