A Law Question.
"Now, father," said Rollo, one evening, as he was sitting at the window with his father and mother, looking out upon the blue waters of the Rhone, that were shooting so swiftly under the bridges beneath the windows of the hotel, "you promised me that you would take as long a sail on the lake with me as I wished."
"Well," said his father, "I acknowledge the promise, and am ready to perform it."
"When?" asked Rollo.
"At any time," said his father.
"Then, father, let us go to-morrow," said Rollo. "We can't go to-night, for I am going so far that it will take all day. I am going to the farther end of the lake."
"Very well," said his father; "I said I would take as long a sail as you wished."
"And I will go this evening and engage a sail boat," said Rollo, "so as to have it all ready."
There was always quite a little fleet of sail boats and row boats of all kinds lying near the principal landing at the quay, ready for excursions. Rollo's plan was to engage one of these.
"No," said his father; "we will not take a sail boat; we will take a steamboat."