The girl hesitated.
"We will pay you for it," Mont went on, feeling for his purse, which, luckily, still remained in his pocket.
"Guess I can," said Meg, finally. "Pooler ain't home; he went to the mainland this morning. Did you really go over them falls?" she continued, jerking her thumb in the direction.
"DID YOU REALLY GO OVER THEM FALLS?" SHE CONTINUED, JERKING HER THUMB IN THE DIRECTION.
"Yes, indeed we did. It was a terrible experience," replied the young man with a shudder.
"Must be. Never heard of 'em comin' out alive--'em as goes over, I mean."
"We are not anxious to try it again," Jack put in.
The "house" consisted of a dilapidated cottage of two rooms and an attic, almost wholly covered by grape vines. Meg led the way around to the back, and motioned them to a bench under a big tree.
"Better stay out here. It's cooler and nicer," she said. "I'll fetch a table;" and in a few seconds she had done so, and placed it before them.