"Sam."
"Where's Sam?"
"He is yonder—in our late place of shelter. James and Michael have gone to fetch him with Daisy's chair."
"Sam! Why, he might have stayed there till to-morrow and no hurt. Have we got to wait till the men go there and bring him back? We shall be late at supper!"
"The river will be all the quieter, Mrs. Gary," said Mr. Randolph mischievously.
"The river? You don't mean to say it is not quiet?"
"It was not, quiet a while ago, I assure you."
"Well, I do think, if ever there was a misnamed thing, it is a party of pleasure," said the lady disconsolately.
"They are very pleasant when they are over, sister Gary," said Mr.
Randolph.
"Daisy," Nora whispered, "are you afraid?"