Carrington, with his back against a stanchion, watched her discontentedly.
"You'll be mighty glad to have this over with, Miss Malroy--" he said at length, with a comprehensive sweep toward the river.
"Yes--shan't you ?" and she opened her eyes questioningly.
"No," said Carrington with a short laugh, drawing a chair near hers and sitting down.
Betty, in surprise, gave him a quick look, and then as quickly glanced away from what she encountered in his eyes.

Men were accustomed to talk sentiment to her, but she had hoped--well, she really had thought that he was, superior to this weakness.

She had enjoyed the feeling that here was some one, big and strong and thoroughly masculine, with whom she could be friendly without--she took another look at him from under the fringe of her long lashes.

He was so nice and considerate--and good looking--he was undeniably this last.

It would be a pity! And she had already determined that Tom should invite him to Belle Plain.