Her grandmother looked at her, and the brightness of her face silenced the girl’s scruples.
“I will take you in my boat, dear,” she said, gently, “if you wish to go.”
“I should like to have Margaretta come,” said Mrs. Travers.
“Very well, we will send for her.”
“And Roger,” said Grandma.
“Roger is at an important business meeting this afternoon, I happen to know,” said Berty, hesitatingly.
“He would leave it for me,” said Grandma.
“Do you wish me to ask him?” inquired Berty, in some anxiety.
“Yes,” said Grandma, softly.