It was a beautiful day, the Glen was looking its best after a light shower, and there was a “romantic” waterfall among other natural wonders. Nalbro called it romantic, and she ought to have known what that word meant. As for Neale, he said he couldn’t see what there was in a waterfall, anyhow.
“As the Irishman said, what’s to prevent it from coming down?” he demanded. But no one paid much attention to this ancient joke.
“Now, Tess and Dot,” said Ruth, taking her younger sisters off to one side when they had been safely delivered, “I don’t want you to give me any trouble to-day.”
“We never do,” declared Tess.
“You don’t mean to, but you do,” said Ruth patiently and with a kind smile. “Don’t go off by yourselves exploring, and——”
“Well, you don’t want us tagging around after you and Luke all day, do you?” asked Tess, though why she should couple the names Ruth said she could not imagine.
“I want you to be within call, if not within sight, all the while,” was the stipulation. “There are many little places where you might wander off and be lost. You needn’t ‘tag’ us around, as you call it, but don’t get too far away.”
“We won’t,” promised Dot. “Oh, I just love it here and so does my Alice-doll.”
Indeed they all seemed bent on having a good time, and when the lunch had been put away until such time as it would be needed they strolled about the Glen, talking and laughing.
As might be expected, there was a pairing off into couples. Agnes and Neale found something to look at down one path, Nalbro and Hal declared they wanted to get to the top of the waterfall, and Ruth remarked: