"Don't bury me under such an avalanche of inquiry," said Winifred, with a little artificial laugh. "There really is nothing very mysterious about Mr. Flint's departure. He is not a flying Dutchman. I don't think he wanted to come at all; but he was afraid we might think something had happened if he failed to appear. Ben, the fire needs another log. Mr. Brady, did you bring your banjo, as you promised?" This was a master-stroke,--divert and conquer,--presto, Ben was off after wood, and Philip tuning up for alleged "melodies;" but I was not so easily put off the track. "It took him some time to make his excuses," I said to her aside. She looked up quickly. "You are too shrewd to be put off like the others, Miss Standish; but don't say anything more,--I'm so awfully tired." The poor girl did look used up, and I knew she was longing to get home, so I coughed violently, and asked Dr. Cricket for my shawl. "You are taking cold," said he. "Oh, don't mention it," I answered. "But I will mention it," persisted the dear old goose. "You mustn't stay out in this damp air." "Don't let me break up the party." "The party is all ready to break up, and it's time it did." "Oh, yes," added Winifred in a tone of relief. "Do let us be going." So that was the end of our Flying Point expedition. I might have forgotten the episode in the shadow of the three pines, or at any rate have come to the conclusion that I had failed to catch the true meaning of the words I heard; but for the sequel. The next morning Mr. Flint appeared on the porch as usual, but instead of the cap and flannel shirt, the knickerbockers and canvas shoes which formed his familiar Nepaug costume, he was attired in ordinary citizen's dress. I must admit that the straw hat, linen collar, and close-fitting blue suit were decidedly becoming; and, bitter as I felt against him on Winifred's account (she came down to breakfast confessing that she had not slept a wink), I was forced to admit that Mr. Flint was a gentleman,--even a gentleman with a certain distinction. "Yes," he answered to the chorus of questions which met him, "I am going back to town to-day. Yes, as you say, Mr. Anstice, quite unexpected; but business men can't expect the vacations that fall to the lot of college professors. Dr. Cricket, I believe you said you were going on to New York to-night. I shall be glad if you will drop in and have breakfast with me to-morrow morning at 'The Chancellor.' That will give me the latest budget of news from Nepaug. Have you any commissions, Miss Standish? What, none? I assure you, my eye for matching silks is quite trustworthy. Now you, Jim, have more confidence in me,--what can I send you from town?" "A fishing-rod."