"Your arrival is very opportune, Benny," he said. "I've just been wondering who I could get to sail Mr. Johnson's boat back to the farm."
Edna's eyelids lifted. She wondered if her old friend had determined to invite himself.
"You know where the Tide Mill is, I suppose?" went on Dunham, for Benny looked unillumined.
"It is Thinkright's boat he wishes to have sailed back," said Edna.
"Oh, yes," answered Benny. "I know."
"I'm going to investigate your island a little farther, Edna," said John. "I've found that there's a hostelry here. I can't bear to tear myself away in ten minutes."
"To linger on Hawk Island is to be lost," returned Edna. "To change the song slightly,—
'To see it is to love it,
And love but it forever;
For Nature made it what it is,