"Why, it's my little visitor of yesterday," he pleasantly remarked. "I didn't expect to meet you so soon again. Is this your grandfather?"
"Oh, no," and Betty laughed heartily. "This is Mr. David, and I am looking after him."
"I am glad to meet you, sir," and the stranger held out his hand. "I have only arrived lately and of course do not know any of the people here, so you will pardon my mistake."
"It doesn't matter, I assure you," David replied. "Betty is really a daughter to me, so it was no mistake after all. But I hope we have not interrupted you."
"Not at all. I am not doing much this morning, just getting my bearings, as it were. But you have a wonderful view from this hill. I am hoping to get some excellent pictures. I wish I had known of this beautiful spot before."
"Wait until you see the falls," David eagerly replied. "You will find something worth while there."
"Is it far from here?" the artist enquired.
"Oh, no. You can easily find it. There is a good road there now which has been made by the new company."
"Is that the place where the light and power are to come from, of which
I have heard so much?"
"So you have heard of it then? I am very glad." There was a pleased expression in David's eyes. It gave him much satisfaction to know that the news of what was being done at the falls had extended beyond Creekdale.