"Sait-on où l'on va?"
"What a sleeper, what a lover of his bed!" exclaimed Agapit, the next morning, as he rapped vigorously on Vesper's door. "Is he never going to rise?"
"What do you want?" said a voice from within.
"I, Agapit, latest and warmest of your friends, apologize for disturbing you, but am forced to ask a question."
"Come in; the door is not locked."
Agapit thrust his head in. "Did you sit late reading my books?"
Vesper lifted his closely cropped curly head from the pillow. "Yes."
"And did not your heart stir with pity for the unfortunate Acadiens?"
"I found the history interesting."
"I wept over it at my first reading,—I gnashed my teeth; but come,—will you not go to the picnic with us? All the Bay is going, as the two former days of it were dull."