"Early is it! Sure th' freshet co't thim all.

Look, darlint, ye kin see th' drive from here." "I see," said Thorpe wearily, "when can I get out ?" "Not for wan week," replied the Sister decidedly.
At the end of the week Thorpe said good-by to his attendant, who appeared as sorry to see him go as though the same partings did not come to her a dozen times a year; he took two days of tramping the little town to regain the use of his legs, and boarded the morning train for Beeson Lake.

He did not pause in the village, but bent his steps to the river trail..