"I hope not."
"How you run on, Jennie!" said her mother. "What will this young gentleman think of you?"
"Nothing very bad, I hope," said Jennie, smiling archly on Tom. "I suppose," she continued, addressing him, "I ought to be very quiet and reserved, as you are a stranger."
"I hope you won't be," said Tom heartily.
"Then I won't. Somehow you don't seem like a stranger. You look a good deal like a cousin of mine. I suppose that is the reason."
So they chatted on for an hour or more. Jennie was very vivacious, occasionally droll, and Tom enjoyed her company. The mother saw that our hero was well-behaved and gentlemanly, and made no objection to the sudden intimacy.
CHAPTER XI.
THE FIRST DAY ON THE RIVER.
About half-past twelve dinner was announced.