"That's a blow," said Pen. "I didn't know but they might send----" she looked demurely at her sister--"Dennis!"
"Mamma!" cried Irene.
"Well, I declare, there's no living with this family any more," said Penelope.
"There, Pen, be done!" commanded her mother. But perhaps she did not intend to forbid her teasing. It gave a pleasant sort of reality to the affair that was in her mind, and made what she wished appear not only possible but probable.
Lapham got up and lounged about, fretting and rebelling as each boat departed without him, through the day; before night he became very cross, in spite of the efforts of the family to soothe him, and grumbled that he had been kept from going up to town. "I might as well have gone as not," he repeated, till his wife lost her patience.
"Well, you shall go to-morrow, Silas, if you have to be carried to the boat."
"I declare," said Penelope, "the Colonel don't pet worth a cent."
The six o'clock boat brought Corey. The girls were sitting on the piazza, and Irene saw him first.
"O Pen!" she whispered, with her heart in her face; and Penelope had no time for mockery before he was at the steps.
"I hope Colonel Lapham isn't ill," he said, and they could hear their mother engaged in a moral contest with their father indoors.