When a strange young man assisted Matlack at the supper-table that evening, Mr. Archibald asked what had become of Martin.
“Peter Sadler has sent him away,” answered the guide. “I don’t know where he sent him or what he sent him for. But he’s a young man who’s above this sort of business, and so I suppose he’s gone off to take up something that’s more elevated.”
“I am sorry,” said Mrs. Archibald, “for I liked him.”
Mr. Archibald smiled. “This business of insisting upon our own individualities,” he said, “seems to have worked very promptly in his case. I suppose he found out he was fitted for something better than a guide, and immediately went off to get that better thing.”
“That’s about the size of it,” said Matlack.
Margery said nothing. Her heart sank. She could not help feeling that what she had said to the young man had been the cause of his sudden departure. Could he have done such a thing, she thought, as really to go and ask Mr. Sadler, and, having found he did not mind, could he have gone to see her mother? Her appetite for her supper departed, and she soon rose and strolled away, and as she strolled the thought came again to her that it was a truly dreadful thing to be a girl.
Having received no orders to the contrary, Matlack, with his new assistant, built and lighted the camp-fire. Some of the hermits took this as a matter of course, and some were a little surprised, but one by one they approached; the evening air was beginning to be cool, and the vicinity of the fire was undoubtedly the pleasantest place in camp. Soon they were all assembled but one, and Mrs. Archibald breathed freer when she found that Arthur Raybold was not there.
“I am delighted,” said Corona, as soon as she took her usual seat, which was a camp-chair, “to see you all gather about the fire. I was afraid that some of you might think that because we are hermits we must keep away from each other all the time. But we must remember that we are associate hermits, and so should come together occasionally. I was going to say something to the effect that some of us may have misunderstood the true manner and intent of the assertions of our individualities, but I do not now believe that this is necessary.”
“Do you mean by all that,” said Mrs. Perkenpine, “that I cooked the supper?”
“Yes,” said Miss Raybold, turning upon her guide with a pleasant smile, “that is what I referred to.”