"Then why don't you go straight there?" inquired her companion. "You are going directly the other way."
A slight fiction; but the boat had turned into the bay, and was following the curve of its shores, which certainly led down deep into the land from the farmhouse point.
"I go here for the eddy."
"He is going right," said Asahel, who was sitting on the thwart next to the ladies.
"Eddy?" said Miss Cadwallader, with a blank look at her cousin.
"What is an eddy?" said Elizabeth.
"The return water from a point the tide strikes against."
Elizabeth eyed the water, the channel, and the points, and was evidently studying the matter out.
"What a lovely place!" she said.
"I wonder if the strawberries are ripe," said Miss Cadwallader. "Little boy, are there any strawberries in your woods?"