"What a life! And you come here in summer?"
"Yes, we camp in that cabin there. It is quite comfortable."
"Comfortable? I should say! What a glorious camp! By Jove--I say! I mean what a time you must have! What do you do?"
"Oh, we are very lazy. Canoe, swim, the boys fish a bit--and play tennis!"
"The boys?"
"Yes, our working boys--and--and their friends."
"Lucky beggars!"
For some moments they sat silent, their eyes upon the darkening hills across the river.
Then the young man said quietly:
"Say! About Paddy?"
"Yes, we must--"
"I was thinking. Is this your place? This point I mean?"
"Yes all down to the river."
"Well--wouldn't this be a great place for Paddy?"
"I--I was thinking of the garden."
"The garden? Well--but--out here--under the trees--no digging and fussing with planting things--all by himself out here?"
The girl sat for a few minutes thinking.
"Yes, you are right," she
