"Do you think the Harvard crew will beat this time?" Alice asked of
Boardman.

"Well, to tell you the truth--"

"Oh, but you must never believe him when he begins that way!" cried
Mavering. "To be sure they will beat. And you ought to be there to see
it. Now, why won't you come, Mrs. Pasmer?" he pleaded, turning to her
mother.

"Oh, I'm afraid we must be getting away from Boston by that time. It's
very tiresome, but there seems to be nobody left; and one can't stay
quite alone, even if you're sick of moving about. Have you ever been--we
think of going there--to Campobello?"

"No; but I hear that it's charming, there. I had a friend who was there
last year, and he said it was charming. The only trouble is it's so far.
You're pretty well on the way to Europe when you get there. You know it's
all hotel life?"

"Yes. It's quite a new place, isn't it?"

"Well, it's been opened up several years. And they say it isn't like the
hotel life anywhere else; it's charming. And there's the very nicest
class of people."

"Very nice Philadelphia people, I hear," said Mrs. Pasmer; "and
Baltimore. Don't you think it's well;" she asked deferentially, and under
correction, if she were hazarding too much, "to see somebody besides
Boston people sometimes--if they're nice? That seems to be one of the