"I feel I'm taking an advantage, Miss Stillwater," said Lord Canning, lounging comfortably in the bow of Indiana's pet boat, "to sit here and let you do all the work. Let me take the oars. I have been watching you closely—I think you can trust me."
"Sit down!" commanded Indiana.
"Dear me, what have I done?"
"You can't change places in an Adirondack boat, in the middle of the lake. It would tip over, and we'd both flop in." She laughed merrily.
"Her laugh has the vital ring of youth," thought Lord Canning. "I might learn to laugh like that again, if she would teach me—"
"Glen and I have often tried it, just for devilment, but then Glen is more used to these boats than you, Lord Canning—"
"Glen!"
"Oh, I forgot. I think everyone knows Glen—everyone does in America, who happens to know us. He's one of the family."
"A relative?"
"No!"