"Yes; a young lady."
"Is it possible!"
"She was left by the steamer. She had been to walk in the forest, and did not heed the whistle."
"This is not a very good place for ladies. We are liable to receive a visit from the Indians at any time."
"Don't say anything to her about it. It would only frighten her, and she is uncomfortable enough now," I suggested, as I led the way towards the house.
"Stop a minute, Phil Farringford," interposed Mr. Mellowtone. "I think I will not see your visitor."
"Not see her!" I exclaimed, astonished that one who had hardly seen a lady for years should desire to avoid one, especially a young lady of twelve.
"No; I think not."
"But she is young, and very pretty."
"So much the worse. It would revive old associations in my mind which are not pleasant. I will tell you more about that another time. But the steamer will return for the young lady—will it not?"