"Good-bye, Glen—no, I won't say good-bye. I hope you'll have a good time, and come home safe."
"Thank you, Indiana." He waved his hat to all and jumped into the boat. Haller pushed them off.
Indiana ran down to the end of the dock and threw her arms out to Glen. "Oh, take me along!"
Burt stopped rowing.
"All right," said Glen, "there's room for you; will you come?"
"Yes," said Indiana.
"We'll take care of her, Mrs. Stillwater; won't we, Burt?"
"Why, of course," said Burt. "She won't starve—I'll see to that."
"Be off, the pair of you!" cried Mrs. Bunker. Burt took the oars again, laughing, while Glen flourished his cap, looking at Indiana, and Haller and William shouted sportsman's jokes from the shore.
"There they go," said Indiana, waving her handkerchief. She then sat down on the dock, watching the boat grow smaller and smaller. The strains of the mandolin floated to them over the water.