Indiana inspected the portraits. "I’m glad they’re here," she thought. "It’ll be a welcome for him." Mrs. Bunker stood warming her hands by the hall fire. "The dampness isn’t off the rooms yet." "They’ve bin closed s’long, yer see," said Haller, lighting his pipe in the doorway. "Waal, I opened up everything, lettin’ in the sun, soon as I knowed yer was comin’." "Now that he’s lit his pipe," thought Mrs. Bunker, "it won’t go out while we’re here." He stalked leisurely through the rooms, throwing a fresh log on every fire, and looking about proudly, as though he could well be congratulated upon his preparations. "Everything looks very nice, Henry," said Mrs. Stillwater, "just as if we left yesterday." Another pipe saluted Mrs. Bunker at the entrance. It belonged to the second guide, who was somewhat brisker in appearance than Haller. "Waal, haow d’ye find things lookin’, ma’am?" he said, with a cheery laugh. "They’re looking all right, William," answered Mrs. Bunker, graciously. She liked him better than Haller, who had an irritating effect on her. "Will it be a good season for deer?" said Indiana, running down the stairs. William puffed slowly and seriously. "It’s going ter be a good season for deer," he said. "Oh, I hope so," exclaimed Mrs. Bunker. "I promised those Englishmen good hunting." "If they come, there’ll be good hunting, Grandma Chazy," said Indiana, moving close to her, and looking significantly into her eyes. Mrs. Bunker laughed vivaciously. "Ther’ comin’ down ter drink," volunteered William. "Already!" exclaimed Indiana, with a laughing glance at Mrs. Bunker. "Waal, thar’ ain’t bin no rain ter speak of—the springs is dryin’ up on the mauntings." "Y—es!" corroborated Haller, joining them with Mrs. Stillwater. "Ther comin’ down ter the lakes." "Poor things!" said Mrs. Stillwater. "Do you pity them, Grandma Chazy?" whispered Indiana, "I don’t mean the deer." "Not I," said Mrs. Bunker. "Wholesale slaughter isn’t the word." Glen joined them soon after their arrival, but not before Indiana had written him a special letter inviting him to come. He had a certain pride where she was concerned. They roamed the woods together, renewing acquaintance with all their old haunts, or rowed and fished on the lake for hours with Haller and William. Mrs. Bunker and her daughter did not share their enthusiasm for these sports. They enjoyed the lake only in pleasant weather, when they made trips in "The Indiana" with a guide. Sometimes they were met at the landing by the comfortable and airy mountain wagon and the fresh mountain ponies, to take them for one of the beautiful drives in which that county abounded. Occasionally, Indiana and Glen would join them, changing off with the reins.