"Wow, wow, wow!"
This was an expression of joy from Dicky who was happy if he could go anywhere with Roger, happier if his grandfather went, too, and happiest if the excursion was in a boat. His father's love of the water had become his, also.
"Right on the top of this hill," said grandmother, whose memory was serving her well after ten years, "there used to be an inn in the old stagecoach days. A man named Button kept it."
"Button's Inn," murmured Mrs. Morton. "Why does that sound familiar to me?"
"Probably you've read Judge Tourgée's novel of that name. The scene was laid hereabouts, and the drawing is all good because the author lived in Mayville."
"Where's that?" asked Ethel Blue.
"We're coming to it in a few minutes."
"Don't you remember Grandfather said the Indians used to put their canoes in Lake Chautauqua just after they passed Mayville?" said Ethel Brown severely.
"He did," insisted Ethel, flushing.