"Why, it was luck—I mean, I liked it!"
"How fortunate!"
"Yes," he went on; "I got to like it right away. I really didn't want to come back at all, only Uncle Henry insisted. He telegraphed the firm. I tried to get out of it, but they made me come."
"I'm sure you've earned a rest," declared Rosalind, nodding positively. "Your uncle thinks you are doing so splendidly. I know that he will be very glad to see you."
"You don't mean to say—he's here!"
There was something very much like terror in his wide eyes.
"Oh, no; he's on his way West. What I meant was, he'll return before you go back to the city. You are to stay in charge until he gets here."
"I don't see how I can. Honestly, I don't see how. I've got to get back to work—soon."
"You are a very unaccountable person, Mr. Kellogg," commented Rosalind. "I never knew anybody who underwent such a change of heart in such a short time. Do you mean to tell me that it doesn't make you glad just to be here?"
He surveyed the river, the islands, and the passing craft. Then he shook his head.