"Been to see the doctor?"
"Yes; I've got lots to tell."
"Jump in and we'll drive around the park. The others won't be home yet."
Stillwater made a feint of hesitating. "Perhaps I'd better wait till we're all together."
"Well, you can jump in anyway, and come for a drive," said Indiana. "I'll give him five minutes," she thought, "before he tells me all he knows."
"The air will do me a whole lot of good," remarked Stillwater, acting on her advice.
It was a clear cold day, in the latter part of February, and the wind blew keenly in their faces as they bowled leisurely up Fifth Avenue.
"Say, Indiana," after three minutes perusal of the promenaders.
"Yes, pa—it's coming," she thought.
"How would you like to go on a sailing trip for three months; the whole kit and crew of us? We'd have everything our own way; I'd see to that. We'd run the whole show. On the water for three months. What do you think of it—eh?"