“Thank you, Frank; I never was so tired in all my life.”
“Are you quite sure of that?”
“Quite sure.”
“I am sorry for it,” replied Frank, rather dryly.
“Why are you so sorry?”
“Edward and I are going fishing; and father said Flora might go with us.”
“That will be nice,” exclaimed Josephine, jumping up from the sofa, as fresh as though she had just got out of bed. “I will go too.”
“You?” said Frank, laughing.
“Why shouldn’t I go? You know I like to go to the river above all things. Won’t we have a nice time!”
“We will, I think.”