"That's Mrs. Fergusson," said Josie. "She's got a boy who's got a sailing boat; he's at school now. But when he's home, we go out on the lake with him. Georgie and me mean to sail a boat of our own as soon as we can save up money to buy one."
"I wouldn't like to sail on this lake by myself," said Anstice.
They were just in view of the lake now, and she pointed out a small sailing boat that was staggering under a strong wind.
"Can you swim?" she asked.
"No."
"I can. I must teach you. Could we bathe in our tiny cove?"
"Dad does, but do let us, do!"
"We'll see. If I'm with you, I don't think you would come to harm."
Georgie had quite recovered her temper. And when they came towards the house, and Josie had run on to the stables to call the dogs out, she pulled hold of Anstice's sleeve.
"I'm sorry I said I hated you," she said in a bashful voice with downcast eyes. "I don't really."