'Oh! bravo!'
'And Fredi will have her horse, and mama her pony-carriage; and Fredi can have a swim every Summer morning.'
'A swim?' Her note was dubious. 'A river?'
'A good long stretch—fairish, fairish. Bit of a lake; bathing-shed; the
Naiad's bower: pretty water to see.'
'Ah. And has the house a name?'
'Lakelands. I like the name.'
'Papa gave it the name!'
'There's nothing he can conceal from his girl. Only now and then a little surprise.'
'And his girl is off her head with astonishment. But tell me, who has been sharing the secret with you?'
'Fredi strikes home! And it is true, you dear; I must have a confidant:
Simeon Fenellan.'