Laura and Alene glanced at each other.
"If he says one hour, it may be more and then it will take quite a time to get back," murmured the former.
"Couldn't we walk to some bridge and cross over?"
"I don't know the way, and I never heard of any bridge nearer than Westville, three miles above. Let's take a walk, it'll help pass the time," proposed Laura.
They crossed the plank and wandered arm in arm along the shore.
"I suppose they'll soon have the bellman out ringing for us! To think the dire fate I've often predicted for Nettie when she tarries on the way from school should happen to myself instead!"
"Hello, there!"
Across the water came this welcome hail. A skiff manned by a boy came in sight rounding the bend of the river.
The girls paused and waved their handkerchiefs.
"Is he calling to us? I wonder who it can be!"