Miss Carter did not contradict, but she picked up her newspaper to hide the amused smile that played on her firm red lips.
Phyllis looked around the dining-room and hummed contentedly. It was a charming room, and the fire blazing in the grate added to the warmth and coziness.
"No,"--Phyllis returned to the subject under discussion--"I'll never marry, but that doesn't mean I don't like boys. I do. I adore them. They are such fun and much more sensible than most girls, but I wouldn't admit that to any one but you, Auntie Mogs, because, nice as they are, they are fearfully conceited and that would keep me from ever being silly about them."
"I hope that's not the only reason," Auntie Mogs laughed. "Boys are--but there goes the telephone. Will you answer it, please, dear? Annie is busy."
Phyllis jumped up from the table and hurried to the hall.
"Suppose it's Tommy saying they're coming to-day!" she exclaimed. But a minute later her aunt heard her voice drop to its natur