“Everything has been going on splendidly,” was the report given to me. Piter had been carefully attended to, and the works watched as well as if I had been at Arrowfield.
I felt annoyed, and, I suppose, showed it, for it seemed as if my uncles were bantering me, but the annoyance passed off directly under the influence of the warmth displayed by all three.
“I’m beginning to be hopeful now that work will go on steadily, that this watching can be given up, and that we can take to a few country excursions, some fishing, and the like.”
That was Uncle Dick’s expressed opinion; and I was glad enough to hear it, for though I did not mind the work I liked some play.
Uncle Jack was just as hopeful; but Uncle Bob evidently was not, for he said very little.
This time I had travelled by a day train, and I was quite ready to take my turn at the watching that night. Uncle Jack, whose turn it was, opposed my going, as I had been travelling so far; but I insisted, saying that I had had my regular night’s rest ever since I had left them, and was consequently quite fresh.
I wanted to ask Uncle Bob where he had hidden the trap, but I had no opportunity, and as neither Uncle Dick nor Uncle Jack made any allusion to it I did not start the subject.
Perhaps Uncle Bob had not told them, meaning to have a few words with me first.
It almost seemed like coming home to enter the works again, where Piter was most demonstrative in his affection, and carried it to such an extent that I could hardly get away.
I had a look round the gloomy old place at once, and felt quite a thrill of pride in the faintly glowing furnaces and machinery as I thought of the endless things the place was destined to produce.