"Indiana will never give in that she’s tired. When she was a child she was the same. She’d play until she dropped asleep on the ground from sheer exhaustion." "Indeed," said Lord Canning. "Then I was quite right. But we had a very exciting argument—it almost caused a quarrel—and I rather congratulated myself we were in such an isolated spot. I don’t wish to convey that Miss Stillwater actually lost her temper—" "Indiana," interrupted Mrs. Stillwater, reprovingly. "What do you young folks propose to do this afternoon?" inquired Mrs. Bunker. "Lord Canning is very anxious to see the Notch," said Indiana. "I thought I’d drive you all over there." "Your daughter has been describing certain falls, Mrs. Stillwater, whose tremendous power have worn a gorge in the rock, and which supply water-power for this entire region. Most interesting—" "Oh, a very picturesque spot." said Mrs. Bunker. "Lord Stafford, I’m sure you’ll be charmed with it. We must start immediately after lunch—it’s a long drive." "And if Miss Stillwater is to drive, I’m afraid she will be taxing herself too much, after rowing the greater part of the morning." "Oh, Indiana likes to be always on the go," said Mrs. Stillwater. "I’m afraid she’ll wear herself out some day." "Nonsense, Mary," exclaimed Mrs. Bunker, sharply, "she’s as strong as a horse." "Your granddaughter is athletic," said Lord Canning, "but of a very slender build. It is her nervous activity that keeps her up, rather than strength. On the whole, I prescribe rest this afternoon." "Then, Indiana," said Mrs. Bunker mildly, "you could show Lord Canning that cunning little brook in the woods, back there—" "I dearly love little brooks in the woods," said Lord Canning. "Oh, I can show him that any time," said Indiana, "before breakfast." "Shall we say to-morrow, before breakfast—can I depend on that?" "Yes. And this afternoon we’ll drive to the High Falls," replied Indiana. They were still at the table when Haller presented himself. "Be yer goin’ ter drive ter the Notch this afternoon? If ye be, it’s nigh on ter three o’clock. Yer can’t get back fore dark. William’s waitin’ at the landin’." Mrs. Bunker rose precipitately. "Get ready, Indiana!" "I insist on Miss Stillwater resting for ten minutes at least. Don’t you agree with me, Mrs. Stillwater?" "Yes, indeed, Lord Canning. But I can never force Indiana to lie down." "Well, I will endeavor to see what I can do." "You will be accomplishing wonders if you can persuade Indiana to do any thing against her will." "Come, Miss Stillwater. There’s a hammock out on the balcony—waiting for you." "But I must get ready for the drive, Lord Canning."