"That must have been pleasant."
"If you like rowing we can go back to the ferry pier and engage a boat for an hour."
"I should like that very much."
"I shall like it also. It is long since I did anything at rowing."
They engaged a stout row-boat, and rowed out half a mile from shore. Oliver knew something about rowing, as there was a pond in his native village, where he had obtained some practice, generally with Frank Dudley. What was his surprise when bending over the oar to hear his name called. Looking up, he recognized Frank and Carrie Dudley and their father.
"Why, it's Oliver!" exclaimed Frank joyfully. "Where have you come from, Oliver?"
"From the shore."
"I mean, how do you happen to be here?"
"Only an excursion, Frank. What brings you here? And Carrie, too.I hope you are well, Carrie."
"All the better for meeting you, Oliver," said Carrie, smiling and blushing. "I have been missing you very much."