"I can tell you," Fenton broke out, "your doctrine is furiously unfashionable. There is not a fellow in our school that doesn't do as he has a mind to on Sunday." "Other days too, I suppose." "Of course." "That is just what, in your sense, a Christian gives up; not on Sunday more than on other days. That is the difference between a Christian and another man; one does his own will and the other the will of God, which is also his own." Fenton muttered something to Esther, who sat next him, about an "old foggy," but the subject of conversation was carried no further. Mr. Murray purposely changed it, and the evening passed in very pleasant talk, alternating with some Bible reading. Only, towards the close of the evening Fenton started the question, "where they would go the next day?" "Suppose we leave that for Monday to take care of," Mr. Murray answered. "But, sir, there might be some arrangements to make." "To-night?" "Perhaps; but at any rate I might want to give some orders in the morning." "I don't think we should have a good time, if we consulted about it now." "Why not, sir?" "You forget. It is the Lord's time. And if we want Him to give us His favour on our expedition, it seems to me we had better not offend Him about it beforehand." "But, sir!"---- "But, Mr. Murray!" put in Flora. "Just to _speak_ about things?" "Time enough to-morrow, Miss Flora. And this is the Lord's time, you know." "But just _talking_--not doing anything?" "Doing a good deal in imagination. What's the difference? Study the fifty-eighth chapter of Isaiah, the last two verses. Sir Matthew Hale gave it as his testimony, that he found business concocted on Sunday did not run off well in the week. No, we will leave the question till to-morrow at breakfast, if you please." "I can't understand it!" said Flora, as she went upstairs. "Study those verses in Isaiah," said Meredith, who overheard her. CHAPTER XVIII. A bright little party gathered round the breakfast table Monday morning. "Now, Uncle Eden," cried Maggie, "where shall we go to-day? It is Monday now." "What is proposed?" Several plans were ready. "Down in the cove of the bay," said Fenton, "where the lower brook comes in--then I can fish off Old Woman's rock till lunch is ready." "I propose the Indian falls," said Esther. "Flora and Meredith have never seen them." "_I_ say, Fort Montgomery," said Maggie. "Fort Montgomery!" There was a general exclamation. "Where is that?" Meredith asked. "Seven miles down the river. Oh it is just lovely!" Maggie explained. "We go down with the tide and come back with the tide, and spend the day down on the hill there, opposite Anthony's Nose. I showed you from the front door which Anthony's Nose is, Ditto." "That would be delightful. The day is going to be perfectly quiet and warm and sunny--just the thing." "Seven miles," Fenton grunted. "Who's going to do the rowing?" "I," said Meredith. "And I," said Mr. Murray.