"It's not my picnic," Martha interrupted. "I said all I could to pervent it in the first place. But her heart's fixed, an' I couldn't say her no, 'specially when Lord Ronald said he saw no harm, an'd go along too."
"Well, if he sees no harm—and is goin' along too——" Ma murmured, as if her consent were to be gained on no other grounds.
"Certaintly," said Martha.
Everything was in readiness in and about the trim little Moth, when Claire Ronald appeared on the dock.
"Where's Mr. Frank?" Mrs. Slawson asked.
"He got a message late last night from Boston, about some stuff for the electric-plant. They've sent it on, and he had to go to Burbank to examine it, so, in case it wasn't right, it could be shipped straight back. He said it would save time and cartage, and he wants the work put through as soon as possible."
"Then, o' course we'll put off our trip!"
"Oh, no!"
"Did he say we could go, an' him not here to go along too?"
"No—but——"