"Who's there?" I cried.
"Come for a dip?" returned Margaret's voice.
"A dip?" I shuddered; she had roused me from the loveliest dream. "Where?"
"Why, in the river, child! It's a perfect morning for a swim!"
"In the river?--for a swim?--But I can't swim."
"I'm coming in," she cried. And in she came, rushing across the floor, putting her strong arms underneath my shoulders, raising me from the pillow. "I don't believe you can do anything--you little goose! But you're a darling all the same!"
She kissed me three or four times, then dropped me; scurried back across the floor, and out of the room.
I sighed, and, I believe, I turned over and went to sleep again.
When I got down to breakfast I found that they had all been about for hours. There was a letter from Philip lying on my plate. He wrote to say that he was coming down by the first train.
"You might go and meet him," suggested Mrs Sanford. "Can you drive?"