“You must let us take our share of the work.”
“My dear—sister, I mean—the task will be much too laborious for you. The causeway over which all these things have to be brought is no macadamized avenue, I assure you.”
“For all that, Justin, you traversed it; and you know that I must make the attempt. If I fail, I will very quietly yield the point and leave all the labor to yourself alone.”
“Well, well,” said Justin, laughing. “You are ‘queen o’er yourself,’ and all things else here. You must work your own will.”
“And sure, here’s meself, wid me two hands to the fore, ready to fetch and carry wid the best iv yez!”
“Thank you, Judith, I had certainly counted on your help,” said Mr. Rosenthal. “And now—sister—shall we set forth?” he inquired, turning toward Britomarte.
“If you please,” said Miss Conyers.
Justin looked up through the trees toward the blazing sky. For though this was January, yet they were in a climate where that month answers to our July.
“It is very hot and growing hotter; and I dare say you did not bring a bonnet with you when you landed on this island?” he inquired, with a droll look.
“I dare say I did not,” smiled Britomarte.