“That is exactly what I was going to ask you,” I replied. “I am here for a fishing excursion. But what brought you to this out-of-the-way place?”
She smiled and patted the horse's shoulder. “Don here brought me,” she answered. “He saw the water and I knew he was thirsty, so I came straight down the bank. But I didn't expect to find any one here. I haven't seen a horse or a human being for an hour. What a pretty little lake this is. What is its name?”
“It is called Seabury's Pond. How did you find it?”
“I didn't. Don found it. He and I came for a gallop in the woods and I let him choose his own paths. I have been in his charge all the morning. I haven't the least idea where we are. There, Don! you have had enough and you are splashing us dreadfully. Come back!”
She backed the horse out of the water and turned his head toward the woods.
“It is great fun to be lost,” she observed. “I didn't suppose any one could be lost in Denboro.”
“But this isn't Denboro. Seabury's Pond is in Bayport township.”
“Is it, really? In Bayport? Then I must be a long way from home.”
“You are; four miles and a half, at least. More than that over the road.”
She looked at her watch and frowned slightly.