He shifted his gaze from Mr. Benny and fixed it on Myra, who flushed hotly. What right had this Mr. Samuel to be interfering and taking charge? "We were not staying with friends," she answered, "or paying any visit. Clem and I have never slept away from home in our lives. We have been across the bay with the rafts--that's all; and Aunt Hannah gave Us leave." He ignored her display of temper. "You've been let run wild, you two, I daresay," he replied, in a tone almost rallying. "I guess you have had matters pretty much your own way." Poor Myra! This was the first whole holiday she and Clem had ever taken. But how could she tell him? She gulped down her tears--she was glad he had turned away without perceiving them--clutched Clem's hand in silence, and followed down to the boat, which Uncle Vro was bringing alongside. As the party settled themselves in the sternsheets Master Calvin fixed his pale, gooseberry-coloured eyes on hers. "You needn't show temper," he said slowly, with the air of a young ruminant animal. "I'm not showing temper!" Myra retorted in a tone which certainly belied her. "Yes, you are; and you've told a fib, which only makes things worse." He smiled complacently at having beaten her in argument, and Myra thought she had never met such an insufferable boy in her life. He transferred his unblinking stare to Clem, and for half a minute took stock of him silently. "Is he blind," he asked aloud, "or only pretending?" Myra's face flamed now. A little more, and she had boxed his ears; but she checked herself and, caressing the back of Clem's hand, answered with grave irony, "He _was_ blind, up to a minute ago; but now, since seeing you, he prefers to be pretending." Master Calvin considered this for almost a minute. "That's rude," he announced at length decisively. But meanwhile other passengers in the boat had found time to get themselves at loggerheads. "Your servant, Master Samuel!" began old Nicky affably, as he fell to his oars. "I hope I see 'ee well, though 'tis a sad wind that blows 'ee here. Ay, there's a prophet gone this day from Israel!" Mr. Samuel frowned. "Good-evening," he answered coldly, and added, with an effort to be polite, "I seem to know your face, too."