“That sounds common-sense,” said the doctor, regretfully. “Well, after all, I have had better fishing here than I ever hoped to have, so I may as well put it out of my head. But I would like to see those falls. Feel inclined, Barry?”
“My Aunt!” said Barry, eagerly. “It would be a ripping day!”
“And what about you, Robin?”
“Oh, I’m always ready for an excursion,” she said. “But I warn you, it will be rougher walking than anything you have done about here. We shall have to wade the creek ever so many times; I remember we walked in the creek itself for a good way, but perhaps the track will save us that now. When would you like to go, Dr. Lane?”
“To-morrow, I thought; it’s beautiful weather, and I have so few days left.”
“Do you think we could get breakfast at five o’clock, Mother?” Robin asked.
“Five!” exclaimed her four hearers in various notes of horror. But Robin only smiled.
“I’ve tried to get to those Falls, and you haven’t,” she said. “I’m all for an early start, to get as far as we can before the day grows hot. We can always rest on the way—and we’ll want to!”
“I’m beginning to think this is a more serious expedition than I had imagined,” laughed the doctor.
“Oh, I don’t know that it’s serious,” Robin answered. “But it is rough, and I warn you that I don’t know any short cuts.”