When they reached a little pine-fringed headland they came upon the picnickers , within a stone 's throw . Everybody recognized Winslow . `` Why , there is Burton ! '' he heard Mrs. Keyton-Wells exclaim , and he knew she was putting up her glasses . Will Evans , who was an especial chum of his , ran down to the water 's edge . `` Bless me , Win , where did you come from ? Come right in . We have n't had tea yet . Bring your friend too , '' he added , becoming conscious that Winslow 's friend was a mighty pretty girl . Winslow 's face was crimson . He avoided Nelly 's eye . `` Are them people friends of yours ? '' she asked in a low tone . `` Yes , '' he muttered . `` Well , let us go ashore if they want us to , '' she said calmly . `` I do n't mind . '' For three seconds Winslow hesitated . Then he pulled ashore and helped Nelly to alight on a jutting rock . There was a curious , set expression about his fine mouth as he marched Nelly up to Mrs. Keyton-Wells and introduced her . Mrs. Keyton-Wells 's greeting was slightly cool , but very polite .
She supposed Miss Ray was some little country girl with whom Burton Winslow was carrying on a summer flirtation ; respectable enough , no doubt , and must be treated civilly , but XXXXX course would n't expect to be made an equal of exactly .
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