Ernest said no more, but he promptly turned the boat around and pulled for the shore.
"What are you doing?" asked Gladys.
"Going ashore."
"I don't want to," she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing. "I want to go up there." She pointed to a spot in the distance. "I want to go around that corner and see what there is there."
"Not to-day," replied Ernest, pulling sturdily.
We won't look into Gladys's heart and see what went on there then, because it is too unpleasant.
"You see we're the crew," said Faith, a little scared by her cousin's flashing eyes and crimson cheeks. "We have to do what Ernest says. He knows a lot about boats, Gladys, and it is dangerous to rock. The pond is real deep."
"I shall come out in the boat alone, then," declared Gladys.
"Oh, no, you won't," remarked Ernest, smiling. "People that rock boats need a keeper."