"Isn't this jolly?" said Lord Stafford. "We seem to be always on the go, here."
"Indeed, I'm not going to let you stagnate," replied Mrs. Bunker. "There's a different place to see every day, and when you've seen everything the hunting will commence."
"We couldn't have a nicer day for a drive," remarked Mrs. Stillwater. "It has rained all night, and there won't be any dust."
"Oh, if a storm don't come up while we're out," said Mrs. Bunker. "You never can tell what's behind these mountains. They're always brewing something. Don't you ever let Indiana get you out in that sail-boat—while I think of it, Lord Canning."
"No, Mrs. Bunker, I will not let her get me out in that sail-boat. There, I put my foot down."
"Yes, you will," said Indiana, propping her chin on her hand, "won't you?"
Lord Canning smiled back into her eyes. "Well, perhaps," he said.
"There!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker. "Indiana makes everyone do as she wishes."
"Have you your Tennyson here, Lord Canning? I should like to look through it."
He gave it to her, and then two heads were soon bent, in a discussion, over the book. Lord Canning started, when they reached their destination, and Haller gave a spring to the dock.