“That’s because—”
“Hush,” said Lyndsay, laughing. “I presume there are enough left for another time?”
“Archie, how could you?” said Mrs. Lyndsay. “I shall be glad to get these boys home alive.”
“Oh, we are all right,” cried the twins; and they went gaily to supper, and before long to bed.
When Rose got up next day it was raining; the sky gray, and the waters inky black. She was reassured at breakfast by her father, and told to get her waterproof and high boots, and be ready for a salmon after breakfast. Again Miss Anne was on hand, declaring that she had not felt as well for a year, and they fell to planning their day’s amusements. The squirrels tempted Jack and his gun. Dick and Ned were to fish the upper pool, and Anne and the mother, as they desired, were to be left to their own devices.
“But, Rose,” said the latter, “you must see Mrs. Maybrook.”
“If we get any salmon, I might take her one, or one of the men might carry it this afternoon. I am very curious about this paragon. I don’t believe much in perfection, mama.”
“I did not say she was that, Rose. Dorothy Maybrook is my friend.”
“Isn’t that putting it rather strongly, mama? A woman in her class of life can scarcely—”
“Nevertheless, she is my friend.”