CHAPTER XXI
Lyndsay had set his heart on a second Sunday morning on the river, with Rose and the trees. She readily gave up her proposed morning visit to Dorothy, and said the afternoon would answer. Miss Anne thought she herself was strong enough for the party, and Rose, much pleased, set about arranging her cushions in Tom’s canoe.
“We will be back to lunch, mama,” said Rose. “It is early. Will it rain? It looks hazy.”
“It is smoke, Rose. Some far-away fire. Where are the boys, Tom?”
“Up-river, sir, with the Gaspé men.”
“Who gave them leave to go?”
“You, papa,” said Rose. “I suspect they have gone after those unhappy hornets. They were up and away long ago. They asked you last night.”
“Did they?”
“Yes; you were deep in a book, and said ‘Yes, yes,’ in your dear old absent way.”