Very likely the farmer who owned the apples was surprised on visiting his orchard some time later to find the money and the note with it. He had made a sale where he had not expected to.
The night passed quietly, but toward morning Mrs. Martin was awakened by the pitching and tossing of the boat. She looked out to find that the wind was blowing, making the lake very rough.
“Do you think it will be best to start with the wind blowing like this?” asked Mrs. Martin after breakfast, when the boat was still tossing some.
“Oh, yes,” her husband answered. “I think the breeze will go down. I am anxious to get to Bentville and deliver the albums to Mr. Cardwell. Then we can go about as we please.”
“I think there’s going to be a bad storm,” went on his wife.
“Oh, I guess we’ll get to the other side of the lake before it comes,” Mr. Martin said.
But they did not. Though the wind went down for a time just as the anchor was pulled up and a start made, the breeze began to rise again when they were out in the wide water. The waves began to toss, and the Pine Tree, though a staunch, stout craft, began to pitch about.
“I wish we hadn’t started,” sighed Mrs. Martin.
“Well, now that we have, we might as well keep on,” her husband said. “In fact, it is safer to go on, heading into the wind as we are, than it would be to put back.”
“I like it rough,” cried Teddy, holding fast to prevent himself being bumped about.