[CHAPTER XIII.]
CALLED HOME.
THE sun rose over Fairleigh the next morning after the eventful picnic with its own calm grandeur. There was no sign in its clear shining that it had set the night before on such a scene of danger to the circle of friends living at Shellford.
Nellie and Hope were seated at breakfast with old Mrs. Arundel, who was anxiously questioning them once more as to whether they were tired, or felt to have taken cold.
Nellie said she was quite as well as ever; but Hope, though she made the best of herself, could not hide that she was miserable and shivering.
"She was so long wet, you see, grandmamma; it is no wonder," said Nellie.
"My dears, why did you not come and tell me what danger you had been in, last night?"
"Dear grandmamma, we were dry then, and it was of no use giving you a sleepless night."