“And I want to thank you also for the lovely roses,” she added.
“I robbed my landlady’s garden for those,” he said. “She has a huge trellis, just covered with them. Perhaps if we take a stroll this afternoon you’d like to see it?”
“Just love to. Had we better go in to lunch now?”
They joined the others, and had a merry time at the table laughing over Martha’s efforts to learn to drive. Much, to Jeanette’s confusion, and Jim’s amusement, they also told him about her struggles with the clams the first day they spent in Yarmouth.
“Well,” said Martha, as they left the dining room, “in spite of your discouraging mirth, I’m going to drive again this afternoon; so I’ll have to leave you now. Shall I see you again, Jim?”
“I’m going out at five this afternoon,” he replied; “but I’ll be back day after to-morrow.”
“We’ll still be here then,” said Miss Ashton. “How much longer do you stay in Nova Scotia, Jim?”
“I’m not sure. May get orders to go back the last of the week.”
“It would be nice if you could go when we do,” suggested Miss Ashton.
“Wish I could,” he said, fervently.