"Did he tell you that? Really? I wonder what you must have thought of me?"
"Something of what Mr. Harum did, I fancy," said John.
"What was that?"
"Pardon me," was the reply, "but I have been snubbed once this morning." She gave a little laugh.
"Mr. Harum and I are great 'neetups,' as he says. Is 'neetups' a nice word?" she asked, looking at her companion.
"I should think so if I were in Mr. Harum's place," said John. "It means 'cronies,' I believe, in his dictionary."
They had come to where Freeland Street terminates in the Lake Road, which follows the border of the lake to the north and winds around the foot of it to the south and west.
"Why!" exclaimed Miss Clara, "there comes David. I haven't seen him this summer."
They halted and David drew up, winding the reins about the whipstock and pulling off his buckskin glove.
"How do you do, Mr. Harum?" said the girl, putting her hand in his.