It was the daughter of Mr. Richard Collingsby, and I had heard that her name was Marian. Land Limpedon had rehearsed her charms to me, and with no little disgust had added that Ben Waterford was "waiting upon her." It seemed to me quite proper, therefore, that he should take her out to sail.
"I will endeavor to be ready in an hour," she added. "But who is going with you?"
"My sister and one or two others. We shall have a nice time. The lake is still, and it is a splendid day. We shall have a good dinner, and I know that you will enjoy it; only bring plenty of thick clothing, for it may be chilly before we return."
"I always carry plenty of clothing when I go upon the water. But you don't tell me who is going, Mr. Waterford."
"My sister and—"
"I never saw your sister. Is there any one I know?" asked Miss Collingsby.
"I have invited four, and they all said they would go if they could. It is short notice, but you see, Miss Collingsby, I never like to take out any ladies without being sure of the weather."
"You are very wise and prudent, Mr. Waterford," laughed the beautiful young lady; "I shall be there, for one."
"Thank you; then we shall be sure to have a pleasant time," added the skipper.
"But I shall not go unless some of the rest of the party appear. I will not go alone."