"O, Mus can show you," she answered, nodding her head mysteriously. "Cousin George can take Mrs. Hester out on the lake in the meantime. Then when we have seen the lovely deer, we'll follow them in another boat, and see if you can row as well as Cousin George."
"Whew!" returned Harold, with a low whistle, more expressive than words.
George looked up, gratefully to Alma.
"Would you like to go, Edith," he said quietly.
"Yes, indeed," replied Edith, with a thrill of genuine pleasure.
"Hurry, boy, away with the whips. Hide them safely, sir, until tomorrow."
Harold was only too ready to obey, and in ten minutes the little group was divided.
Silently, Edith walked by George's side, down to the lake. George noticed her embarrassment, and talked of the place and surroundings.
Once seated in the cushioned stern of the boat, Edith gave herself up to this pleasure with a dreamy joy, overcoming her lonely strivings. For a few minutes, only the light splash of the oars broke the silence.
When they had almost lost the house from view, George looked around upon the big expanse of water.