“I want father to have a little boathouse over by the lily corner and make a picnic place here sometime,” Thaine said as they sat by the lake in the late afternoon.
“Such a nice place for you to come in the summer. Aren’t you glad you don’t just have to stay in the country?” Jo asked.
“Would you never be satisfied in the country, Jo?” Thaine queried. “Not if you had a home there?”
Jo blushed and her face was exquisite in its rich coloring.
“Would you be?” she asked.
“Oh, I’d like to do something worth while,” Thaine replied. “Father doesn’t say much, but he wants me here, I know.”
“He will get over it, I’m sure,” Jo insisted. “Why should the first generation here weight us all down here, too? I hope you’ll not give up to your father. I wouldn’t,” Jo said defiantly.
“Did you ever give up to him?” Thaine asked.
“No, he gives up to me.” The words were too sweetly said to seem harsh.
“I don’t blame him,” Thaine added.