"Yes," said Maud, "but there's an undertone through it all—even in her account of that terrible march along the Madawaska."
Maud turned to the window and looked dreamily out, while unconsciously she took the Doctor's letter from her pocket again and tapped the sill with it, as if to keep time to her thoughts.
"Dr. Beaumont comes in for his share of praise," said Eugenia as she read on. "I don't see how they could have done without him."
"Would not Dr. Fairchilds have done as well?" Maud asked in a low voice.
"He did not get the chance," was Eugenia's quick response.
"I always had doubt as to the real reason of that," said Maud.
"Mrs. Manning says," continued Eugenia, "that she sent a letter a few days before this one by a man in a sailboat, round by Lake Huron, but that this would be sent through the woods by Little York. Did you get the first one?"
"No. Possibly it may not come at all, and if it does it will be later, as the way by Georgian Bay would be much longer than the overland route."
"Have you been studying geography lately?" Eugenia asked, drawing down the corners of her mouth.
"It is not long since I left school, Miss Inquisitive."