Sunday was warm and sloppy, and little could be done out of doors. Part
of the household were for church, and the rest lounged until luncheon;
then Polly read "Sonny" until twilight, and Laura played strange music
in the half-dark.
The next day the men went into town to look about, and to lunch with
some college chums. As they would not return until five, the ladies had
the day to themselves. They read a little, slept a little, and talked
much, and were glad when five o'clock and the men came. Tea was so hot
and fragrant, the house so cosey, and the girls so pretty, that Jack
said:--
"What chumps we men were to waste the whole day in town!"
"And what do you expect of men, Mr. Jack?" said Jessie.
"Yes, I know, the old story of pearls and swine, but there are pearls
and pearls."
"Do you mean that there are more pearls than swine, Mr. Jack? For, if
you do, I will take issue with you."
"If I am a swine, I will be an aesthetic one and wear the pearl that
comes my way," said Jack, looking steadily into the eyes of the
high-headed girl.
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