"It's no bother to me; I was always chief cook and bottle washer when Chris and I camped out together. As a matter of fact, lunch is ordered already."
"You were so sure I would come?"
"I hoped you would."
She gave a little sigh of eager anticipation.
"Oh, I should love it."
"Let's hope it will keep fine." Feathers glanced towards the window. "It looks promising. Wear something that won't spoil—the river ruins good clothes."
He took up his hat.
"Oh, won't you stay to tea?" Marie asked disappointedly. "It will be here in a moment."
He hesitated, then sat down again.
"Well—I did not mean to, but as I've been asked——"