t I wanted to tell him to-night."
"I sympathise with you," said her father, "and, meanwhile, to console
yourself, suppose you bend your mighty mind to the problem of getting
away. Do you see any objection to our leaving for parts unknown the day
after to-morrow?"
"Depends on Brownie and the tucker," said Norah practically.
"That part's all right; Brownie guarantees to have everything ready
to-morrow night if you help her."
"Why, of course I will, Daddy."
"And you have to get your own preparations made."
"That won't take long," said Norah, with a grin. "Brush, comb,
tooth-brush, pyjamas; that's all, Dad!"
"Such minor things as soap and towels don't appear to enter into your
calculations," said her father. "Well I can bear it!"
"Oh, you silly old Dad! Of course I know about those. Only Brownie
always packs the ordinary, uninteresting things."
"I foresee a busy day for you and Brownie tomorrow," Mr. Linton said.
"I'll have a laborious time myself, fixing up fishing tackle--if Jim and
his merry men left me with any. As for Billy, he will spend the day
grubbing for bait. Wherefore, everything being settled, come and play me
'The Last Rose of Summer,' and then say good-night."
Norah was up early, and the day passed swiftly in a whirl of
preparations. Everything was ready by evening, including a hamper of
monumental proportions, the consumption of which, Mr. Linton said, would
certainly render the party unfit for active exertion in the way of
fishing. Billy's delight had made itself manifest in the broad grin
which he wore all day while he dug for worms, and chased crickets and
grass-hoppers. The horses were brought in and stabled overnight, so that
an early start might be made.
It was quite an exciting day, and Norah was positive that she could not
go to sleep when her father sent her off to bed at an unusually early
hour, meeting her remonstrances with the reminder that she had to be up
with, or before, the lark. However, she was really tired, and was soon
asleep. It seemed to her that she had only been in this blissful
condition for three minutes when a hand was laid on her shoulder and she
started up to find daylight had come. Mr. Linton stood laughing at her
sleepy face.
"D'you mean to say it's morning?" said Norah.
"I've been led to believe so," her father rejoined. "Shall I pull you
out, or would you prefer to rise without assistance?"
"I'd much prefer to go to sleep again--but I'll tumble
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