"'Be good children, and take care of things.'" Again, they regarded each other wonderingly.
Then Betty Jo broke the silence with an odd little laugh: "I feel like we were cast away on some desert island, don't you ?" "Something like that," Brian returned.

Then, to relieve the strain of the situation, he added: "I suppose 'Bess' will have to be milked and the chores finished just the same." "And I'll get breakfast for us," agreed Betty Jo, as he started back to the barn.
In the safe seclusion of the stable, with no one but "Old Prince" and "Bess" to witness his agitation, Brian endeavored to bring his confused and unruly thoughts under some sort of control.
"Several days; several days." The words repeated themselves with annoying persistency.

And they--Betty Jo and he, Brian Kent--were to "take care of things";--they were to keep house together;--they were to live together, alone,--in the log house by the river,--alone.

She was even then preparing their breakfast.

They would sit down at the table alone.