"Won't you take my arm, Mrs. Stillwater? Your daughter has forbidden me to wear a hat, and has been throwing water on me in the sun, as she wishes me to acquire a certain reddish shade of tan, which prevails here, and which your two guides possess to an enviable degree. She was quite impervious to all my scolding."
"Oh, Indiana always has her own way, Lord Canning."
"Evidently. I was almost obliged to take the oars by force. She wished to row the entire morning, and I thought that was entirely too much."
"Indiana will never give in that she's tired. When she was a child she was the same. She'd play until she dropped asleep on the ground from sheer exhaustion."
"Indeed," said Lord Canning. "Then I was quite right. But we had a very exciting argument—it almost caused a quarrel—and I rather congratulated myself we were in such an isolated spot. I don't wish to convey that Miss Stillwater actually lost her temper—"
"Indiana," interrupted Mrs. Stillwater, reprovingly.
"What do you young folks propose to do this afternoon?" inquired Mrs. Bunker.
"Lord Canning is very anxious to see the Notch," said Indiana. "I thought I'd drive you all over there."
"Your daughter has been describing certain falls, Mrs. Stillwater, whose tremendous power have worn a gorge in the rock, and which supply water-power for this entire region. Most interesting—"
"Oh, a very picturesque spot." said Mrs. Bunker. "Lord Stafford, I'm sure you'll be charmed with it. We must start immediately after lunch—it's a long drive."