“I am Jared Lawrence of Boston,” he told them. “This is my summer cottage. I call it Winnsocket Lodge.”
“And it’s a beauty all right,” said Fleet, after Chot had introduced each in turn—“just the sort of a place to have in the Thousand Islands.”
The other boys echoed Fleet’s sentiments.
“I suppose you wouldn’t think of accepting a proposition from us for a month or so, Mr. Lawrence?” queried Chot.
“You mean that you want to rent the lodge?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, now, that might be arranged easier than you imagine. But come in, all of you, and make yourselves comfortable.”
He led the way on to the spacious verandah which looked out over a portion of the river and afforded an excellent view of many of the other islands.
“You see,” continued Mr. Lawrence, “I am in a secluded spot, yet when I feel lonesome, I can watch the boats over yonder plying up and down the stream.”
“Do you live alone, then?” asked Tom.