"Now, what are you two arranging for to-morrow?" said the lady, settling herself in the boat.
"We weren't arranging," replied Val; "we were speaking about a book."
She had put the volume back in the pocket of Ethan's jacket.
"There's a dance at the O'Connors' to-morrow night," said Mrs. Ball; "perhaps you'd like to come with us."
She saw herself entering on Mr. Gano's arm.
"Ah, thanks; you're very kind, but I don't go to dances these days."
Mrs. Ball tried to think she was relieved on Val's account, but she couldn't help saying, with an air:
"The O'Connors are among the first people here; they entertain in the most princely way."
"I was suggesting a day's fishing down by the Gray Pool," said Harry, appearing with the basket; "it's that place on the Little Choctaw River."
"Nothing could be better," Ethan agreed.