"Angels fold their wings and rest
In this haven of the blest,"
she replied.
"I wish only angels did," sighed Mrs. Lowell. "You remind me of our errand."
"Don't you think we might spare a few minutes for repose?" asked Diana, looking wistfully at the bank where the grass grew close and green to the very edge of the chasm.
"You want to sit down and let your feet hang over," laughed Mrs. Lowell. "You may as well confess it."
As she spoke, a man appeared on the other side of the cove. He skirted it and, hurrying, passed them and disappeared in a grove of fir trees.
Mrs. Lowell looked at her companion with large eyes.
"All the Sherlock Holmes in me responds to that man," she said in a low tone. "This is no time to let our feet hang over. He probably is the very one who came across in the rowboat and he is on an errand. His whole manner showed it. We're on the right bank. So we're on the farm now. Let us go into those woods and see what happens."
"Shall we not be intruding?" said Diana, hesitating.