"Well, that means 'good-bye' to Johnny!"
Maggie wheeled around suddenly on him.
"What a way to talk!"
Cameron pulled her to him gently by the shoulders, until he could look down into her face.
"Perhaps—that is—will you go with me to the Point to-morrow, Maggie?" he asked.
"Is it not too late in the year to try the Point?" asked John's mother anxiously, as he and Cary started out. "The days are shorter now, and then there is the tide, and the danger of a mist, you know!"
Stewart studied the skies critically.
"It seems straight enough, but, of course, if you're going to worry, Little Madre—"
"Oh, of course not. I'm just foolish. Go along with you both," and she pushed them gently away from her with a laugh.
"We won't stay long on the Point," Stewart said when they were well on their way. "It would be a nasty thing to be caught in a mist out there."