"No, no!" hastily interposed Captain Cavendish. "I beg you will give yourself no such trouble. I am not so thirsty as I thought I was."
"Oh, we'll want the water anyhow to get the boys' dinner," said Cherrie, throwing off her scarlet shawl. "Go, Ann, and make haste."
Ann got up crossly, and strolled out of the room at a snail's pace, and Miss Cherrie took her place, and went to work industriously.
"Is that your sister?" he asked, watching Cherrie's hand flying as swiftly in and out as Ann's had done.
"Yes, that's our Ann," replied the young lady, as if every one should know Ann, as a matter of course.
"And do you and Ann live here alone together?"
Cherrie giggled at the idea.
"Oh dear, no. There's father and the boys."
"The boys, and are they——"
"My brothers," said Cherrie. "Two of 'em, Rob and Eddie. They fish, you know, and Ann, she knits the nets."