Love in Idleness: A Bar Harbour TaleCrawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion)
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Love in Idleness: A Bar Harbour Tale
Crawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion)
Bar Harbor (Me.) -- Fiction; Love stories
There were to be fireworks that evening at the Canoe Club on the
farther side of Bar Island--magnificent fireworks, it was said, which
it would be well worth while to see. The night was calm and clear,
and the moon, being near the last quarter, would not rise until
everything was over.
"We'll go in skiffs," said Fanny. "When we're tired of each other,
we can change about, you know. Mr. Lawrence can take one of us and
Mr. Brinsley another, and the other two must take one of the men from
the landing. I ordered the boats this morning when I was out."
The three Miss Miners looked consciously at one another, mutely
wondering how they were to divide Mr. Brinsley amongst them, and
wishing that they had consulted together in private before the moment
for decision had come. But no one suggested that, as there were only
four ladies, each of the men could very easily take two in a boat.
"We might toss up to see who shall take whom," suggested Brinsley,
who had been unusually silent during the greater part of dinner.
"In how many ways can you arrange six people in couples?" asked Fanny.
Nobody succeeded in solving the question, of course. Even Elizabeth
Miner, who was considered the clever member, gave it up in despair.
"Never mind!" said Fanny. "We'll see how it turns out when we get
down to the landing-stage. These things always arrange themselves."
To the surprise of every one except Fanny herself, the arrangement
turned out to be such that she and Miss Cordelia went together in the
skiff pulled by the sailor, while Brinsley and Lawrence each took one
of the other Miss Miners.
"We'll change by and by," said Fanny, as her boat shoved off first to
show the way. "Keep close to us in the crowd when we get over."
The distance from the landing, across the harbour, through the
channel between Bar Island and Sheep Porcupine to the Canoe Club, is
little over half a mile; but at night, amidst a crowd of steamers,
large and small, row-boats, canoes, and sail-boats,--the latter all
outside the channel,--it took twenty minutes to reach the place where
the fireworks were to be.
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