“I'm not deaf, Flutters.”
“Then why didn't you answer?” with innocent directness.
“I had my own good reasons. And, Flutters, you must not ever ask me why I do things.”
“All right, Miss Hazel,” Flutters answered cheerily, for her word was law to him; but Josephine and Harry found it difficult to conceal a smile.
It proved rather a tedious sail homeward, for the wind that had blown them so finely down river in the morning had not been so accommodating as to change its direction, and only by dint of much “tacking” was any headway to be made. At last, however, the Boniface homestead came in sight, and in the stillness of the twilight the “Gretchen” was safely moored to her own little dock.
CHAPTER VIII.—A CALL ON COLONEL HAMILTON.
