“I am glad if I did sit still. It was all so lovely that I enjoyed just thinking about it. Did you bring your violin to-day?”
“No, I didn’t. You see, I don’t play for every one.”
“But you wouldn’t mind playing for me.”
“Oh, no. You belong to the chosen few, only we must not have an audience. What are you going to do to-morrow afternoon?”
“Nothing that I have planned.”
“Then I will meet you about half-way between Camp Happiness and Place o’ Pines. You come in your canoe; I’ll come in mine. We will go ashore and I will play for you.” Then with a sudden smile, “Or, I’ll meet you more than half-way. I’ll come to the little point just opposite Three Rocks. You know it?”
“Yes, indeed.”
“And will you come about four o’clock?”
“Alone?”
“Can’t you?”