The two girls were not unmindful of all the brightness about them, for their eyes made themselves very busy with it, and little low-toned talks were held which now and then let a word escape, of "pretty!" — and "lovely!" — and "wouldn't it be lovely to have a little boat here? — I'll ask papa!" —
"Is it hard to row?" asked the last speaker suddenly of
Winthrop.
"No," he said, "not at all, wind and water quiet."
"Aren't they quiet to-night?"
"The tide is running down very strong. Asahel, trim the boat."
"How on earth can such a child do anything to the boat?" said
Miss Cadwallader. "What do you want done, sir?"
"Nothing," he said. "It is done."
"What is done?" said the young lady, with a wondering face to her companion. "Oh aren't you hungry?" she added with a yawn. "I am, dreadfully. I hope we shall get a good supper."
"Whereabouts is Mr. Landholm's house?" said Elizabeth presently. Winthrop lay on his oars to point it out to her.
"That?" she said, somewhat expressively.