"Thanks. And after Pebbly Beach?"
"Water Cove, perhaps. Thunder Hole will have to wait for a rough day, and Sheldon Woods when we are better acquainted."
"And why?"
"Because it is the Holiest of Holies, and is not to be introduced to any passing acquaintance."
"Oh, I say now, Miss Whitridge, you mustn't consider me a passing acquaintance, and besides I don't see what difference it makes anyway. Woods are woods, you know."
"Are they?" returned Gwen. "I don't think so."
"Oh, I don't mean that I insist upon going there first, you know," returned Mr. Mitchell with a little less of his ready assurance. "I'm perfectly willing to follow wherever you lead. Shall I carry these in for you? No? Then to-morrow at what hour?"
"Shall we say four?" said Gwen after a moment's thought.
"Yes—but—"
"What does that 'but' mean? Have you something else to do at that hour?"