And there was more tennis of a sort, more chatter.

As Mrs.Harvey D.said, everything moved off splendidly.
Winona, when they left, felt that her charge had produced a favourable impression, and was amazed that he professed to be unmoved by this circumstance, even after being told, as the noble car wheeled them homeward, what the girl, Florrie, had said of him; and that Mrs.Harvey D.Whipple had said she had always known he was a sweet boy.

He merely sniffed at the term and went on to disparage the little friends of Patricia.
"You told me not to say 'darn,'" he protested, "but those girls all said it about every other word." "Not really ?" said Winona, aghast.
"Darn this and darn that! And darn that ball! And darned old thing!" insisted the witness, imitatively.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Winona.
She wondered if Patricia could be getting in with a fast set.

She was further worried about Patricia, because Miss Murtree, over the ice cream, had confided to her that the girl was a brainless coquette; that her highest ambition, freely stated, was to have a black velvet evening gown, a black picture hat, and a rope of pearls.

Winona did not impart this item to Wilbur.