"Good hay weather to-day."
"But very hot for old people to be out."
The schoolmaster smiled: "Has somebody else been out in the heat to-day?"
"Yes, but she's gone again."
"Oh! well, may be they'll be meeting somewhere to-night."
"I suppose so, but Thore says they shall not meet in his house till the old people give their consent."
"Quite right."
"They are coming, I do believe!" the mother exclaimed.
"Yes, that is them."
The schoolmaster came in and rested a little, and then they went down to the lake, while the boat plied quickly along, for both father and son were rowing. When they came near, Ovind turned, rested his oars, and called "Good morning, mother; good morning, schoolmaster!"