But they were going down-stream, and all too soon he was stepping out of the canoe to earth again.
"And will I have to be waiting till the morrow to see you ?" he asked, with his hand on the boat.
"To-morrow?
Not until Sunday." "But Sunday is a month off! You'll be coming for the mail ?" "We send for the mail," said Ruth, demurely.
"Then ye'll be sending in vain for yours.

I'll hold it back till ye come yourself, if I lose my position for it." Ruth put three feet of water between them, then she looked up with mischief in her eyes.

"I don't want you to lose your position," she said.
"Then you'll come ?" "Perhaps." Sandy watched her paddle away straight into the heart of the sun.

He climbed the bank and waved her out of sight.

He had to use a maple branch, for his hat and handkerchief, not to mention less material possessions, were floating down-stream in the boat with Ruth.
"Hello, Kilday!" called Dr.Fenton from the road above.