"And your mamma is 'worried to death about you,'" said Lord Stafford. "Ha, ha, ha, ha! How am I getting on, Mrs. Bunker?"
"Bravo, Lord Stafford, you are an apt pupil."
"Blame Lord Canning," said Indiana. "He does not like to hurry."
"No, indeed," added Lord Canning in an injured tone.
"He would insist on going in and out all the nooks along the shore."
"Yes, indeed," asserted Lord Canning.
"He persisted in exploring everything. He has such a thirst for information—"
"Naturally," interrupted Lord Canning.
"And of course, when he took the oars, I was powerless. I'm thankful we're home this early."
They all climbed slowly up to the camp.