“Dear, dear, dearie,” sang the goldfinch in a plaintive, questioning note.
Andy presented a pitiful figure with an eye closed, his lips swollen, and his face bruised, but the indomitable spirit of him shone from his one bright orb.
“You darned little buzz-saw!” said Gillis tenderly.
Donald slapped his little friend on the back, his eyes shining with admiration.
CHAPTER XIII
Renwick announced that Robert Rennie’s daughter and a party of girl friends were to visit Summit Lake the following week, and carpenters were set to work erecting cottages for their accommodation.
A few days before her arrival Donald was both surprised and pleased to receive a cordial letter from her in which she said that she was looking forward with pleasure to the coming holiday, and that she would deeply appreciate anything he might do for the entertainment of her friends.
As always, her father spared no expense in providing for the comfort and pleasure of his daughter. That week a car containing a motor-boat, canoes and six saddle-horses was run in on a side-track at the mill.
Connie learned of the coming event through Donald as she was watching with keen interest the unloading of the spirited animals.
“You will enjoy yourself next week, Connie,” he said gaily. “Miss Rennie is coming with friends. We’ll have rides, picnics and dancing.”