“Not Dell, nor Gar?”
“No. But someone just as trustworthy. You know Katherine Walters you met last week at Durand’s? She’s a regular old sea captain on the lake, and runs a boat like one.”
“I saw her out the other day, in a big green launch—”
“The Cucumber. That’s her boat and that’s the one we’re going in.”
“Who else is going?” asked Nancy. “Why couldn’t I sit in the boat with Katherine—”
“If Orilla saw you along she would never believe me,” persisted Rosa, a little disconsolately.
“Don’t you think we are humoring her an awful lot, Rosa?” Nancy asked in a strained voice; she too was bothered.
“Well, I suppose I am; not you. But just this once. You see, Nancy, Orilla hasn’t much in life and she expected such a lot.”
“You’re good to her, Rosa, perhaps too good. But I hope you’re not making another mistake; you know how she influences you.”
“She couldn’t now, Coz. I’m not in need of her services. You see, my doctor is a resident. I have her with me all the time,” and again she flung her arms affectionately around Nancy.