It was the first of June; a fair lovely summer morning, June- like.
"I suppose Mr. Haye will come with them," said Mr. Landholm, as he pushed back his chair from the breakfast-table; — "have you anywhere you can put him?"
"There's the little bedroom, he can have," said Mrs. Landholm.
"Asahel can go in the boys' room."
"Very good. Winthrop, you had better take the boat down in good time this afternoon so as to be sure and be there — I can't be spared a moment from the bend meadow. The grass there is just ready to be laid. It's a very heavy swath. I guess there's all of three tons to the acre."
"Take the boat down where?" said Asahel.
"To Cowslip's mill," said his brother. "What time will the stage be along, sir?"
"Not much before six, I expect. You'll have the tide with you to go down."
"It's well to look at the fair side of a subject," said
Winthrop, as his father left the room.
"May I go with you, Governor?" said Asahel.
"No sir."