"Run along, Indiana," said Mrs. Bunker, sweetly.
Without, the night was still black, but the storm had not yet broken. The fire down on the shore lit up the lake and the boat-house. Haller and William were throwing on logs, and in the red glare Kitty could be seen standing, talking volubly to Flash, who listened with deferential interest.
"The boat-house looks very pretty in this light," said Lord Canning.
"There's such a cozy room in it with a fire," asserted Indiana. "We've had rare, old times there. We go down nights, and make things in chafing dishes."
"What a novel idea! And is there a fire burning there now?"
"Oh, yes! The guides keep the fires always going—when it's cold."
"I should like to see this cozy room, where you make things in chafing dishes. May I?"
"Certainly. Be careful, Lord Canning! It's pitch dark, and you don't know the way! There! I knew you'd stumble—you'd better take my hand."
"I—I really think I had better," said Lord Canning, helplessly.
CHAPTER VII.