"Now, Lord Stafford," said Mrs. Bunker, after breakfast. "You, my daughter, and myself, will take a trip in ’The Indiana.’ The horses will be waiting at the landing, and after we have explored the lake, I think we’ll have time for a short drive. Will that program suit you?" "Ha, ha, ha! Everything that you arrange is bound to be delightful, Mrs. Bunker." "We’ll leave the young people to their own devices. Lord Canning is so bent on learning to row an Adirondack boat." "Ha, ha, ha! Yes, Mrs. Bunker." "It’s a dangerous lake, Lord Stafford—I warned him." "You did, Mrs. Bunker—your conscience can rest easily." "I feel I’m taking an advantage, Miss Stillwater," said Lord Canning, lounging comfortably in the bow of Indiana’s pet boat, "to sit here and let you do all the work. Let me take the oars. I have been watching you closely—I think you can trust me." "Sit down!" commanded Indiana. "Dear me, what have I done?" "You can’t change places in an Adirondack boat, in the middle of the lake. It would tip over, and we’d both flop in." She laughed merrily. "Her laugh has the vital ring of youth," thought Lord Canning. "I might learn to laugh like that again, if she would teach me—" "Glen and I have often tried it, just for devilment, but then Glen is more used to these boats than you, Lord Canning—" "Glen!" "Oh, I forgot. I think everyone knows Glen—everyone does in America, who happens to know us. He’s one of the family." "A relative?" "No!" "Not a relative, and one of the family," thought Lord Canning. "Young, old or middle aged?" "Glen’s only twenty-four and handsome as a picture." "Only twenty-four, and handsome as a picture," thought Lord Canning. "Wouldn’t you like to smoke, Lord Canning?" "There’s something of the witch about you, Miss Stillwater. That’s just what I’m longing to do. You are sure you don’t mind?" Indiana shook her head. Her cheeks were glowing, her eyes sparkling from the exercise.