“And so I am going to ask you to go there with me; it is not very far, once we are across the river, and we can easily walk it. You know the place is between Dod Hunter’s and where you live.”
“I know well enough where it is.”
“And you’ll go with me?”
“Most certainly.”
“We’ll have to give up our trip to the island, but we can go another time. I didn’t tell mother for I didn’t have a chance, and besides it is better that she should not know just yet. I knew I could trust you, Carter. I don’t believe any one else would have the same chivalric spirit.”
Carter’s face beamed. “Well, you know where ladies are concerned—”
“Of course that’s it; any one else would have said, ‘Don’t fash yersel’ aboot the women folk.’”
Carter laughed. Agnes never spoke so broadly as the others in the neighborhood, for her mother did not, though of Scotch descent, but her imitation was perfect. He helped her into the boat and they rowed swiftly across stream. They immediately set out for the Muirhead place, and were not very long in reaching it. Mrs. Muirhead met them with her usual frightened manner, but she smiled shyly as she saw who it was. Yes, Hump was over in the far clearing; he had Honey with him; she’d send one of the children after him.
Agnes looked at Carter. “I think maybe we’d better go and find him. We’ll come back this way, Mrs. Muirhead.”
They followed her directions, and found Humphrey busy at work digging out the stumps from a bit of ground, Honey established near him and chattering away in his baby fashion.