"Good-morning, Mr. Paget," returned Carrie Baker, coldly, while Julia Carrington merely bowed.
"I trust you are quite over the excitement of a couple of mornings ago," went on the rich young man, to Julia.
"Oh, yes," she returned, shortly.
"I guess I got the worst of that," went on Percy. "I got pitched out in double-quick order, didn't I?"
"Indeed! I fancied you jumped out," rejoined Julia, stiffly.
"What! do you suppose I would jump, and leave you and your mother to your fate?" demanded the young aristocrat, in well-assumed surprise. "Oh, no, Julia! You ought to know me better than that."
"I know you well enough, Mr. Paget," returned the girl. "Good-morning," and she touched her companion on the arm to go.
"Hold on, please!" urged Percy. "It's a splendid morning on the lake. Won't you go out for a row?"
"Thank you, I don't care to."
"Oh, yes, both of you come," urged the young bully.