“We won’t let Mr. Merceron take you in his canoe this time.”
Charlie rolled out of the hammock and came up to them.
“You must take us to the Pool. I don’t believe you’ve been there since you came back. Poor Agatha will quite—-”
“Agatha?” exclaimed Calder.
“Agatha Merceron, you know. Why, haven’t you heard—-?”
“Oh, ah! Yes, of course. I beg your pardon.”
“I hate that beastly Pool,” said Charlie.
“How can you?” smiled Mrs. Marland. “You used to spend hours there every evening.”
Charlie glanced uneasily at Calder, who turned very red.
“Times have changed, have they?” Mrs. Marland asked archly. “You’ve got tired of looking in vain for Agatha?”