"I wonder what's become of your old little boat, Governor — the Merry-go-round?"
"I suppose it is lying in the barn-loft yet," he replied rather gravely.
"I wonder if it is all gone to pieces."
"I should think not. Why?"
"I was looking at the river and thinking how pleasant it would be to go out on it, if we could."
"If we can get home, Winnie, I'll see how the matter stands."
"I don't want to go home," said Winnie.
"But I want to have you. And Karen will want the huckleberries."
"Well — I'll go," said Winnie. "But we'll come again, Governor — won't we?"
"As often as you please. Now shall I carry you?"