"When do you think you shall go north, uncle Orrin?"
"North?" said he--"what do you want to know about the north?"
"You said, you know, sir, that you would go a little out of your way to leave me at home."
"I won't go out of my way for anybody. If I leave you there, it will be in my way. Why you are not getting homesick?"
"No sir, not exactly,--but I think I will go with you when you go."
"That won't be yet awhile--I thought those people wanted you to stay till January."
"Ay, but suppose I want to do something else?"
He looked at her with a comical kind of indecision, and said,
"You don't know what you want!--I thought when you came in you needn't go further than the glass to see something fresh; but I believe the sea-breezes haven't had enough of you yet. Which part of you wants freshening?" he said in his mock-fierce way.
Fleda laughed and said she didn't know.