Now let's go." "Come, Maimie, I'll carry you up the hill," said Harry.
"No," said Ranald, decidedly, "she will go in the canoe.

That will be easier." "Quite right," said the lieutenant.

"Sims, perhaps you will give my mother your arm, and if Miss Kate will be kind enough to escort me, we can all four go in the carriage; but first we shall see the rest of the party safely off." "Come, then, Maimie," said Harry, approaching his sister; "let me carry you." But Maimie glanced up at Ranald, who without a word, lifted her in his arms.
"Put your arm about his neck, Maimie," cried Harry, "you will go more comfortably that way.

Ranald won't mind," he added, with a laugh.
At the touch of her clinging arms the blood mounted slowly into Ranald's neck and face, showing red through the dark tan of his skin.
"How strong you are," said Maimie, softly, "and how easily you carry me.
But you would soon tire of me," she added with a little laugh.
"I would not tire forever," said Ranald, as he laid her gently down in the canoe.
"I shall send the carriage to the wharf for you," said Madame De Lacy, "and you will come right home to me, and you, too, Miss Raymond." Ranald took his place in the stern with Maimie reclining in the canoe so as to face him.
"You are sure you are comfortable," he said, with anxious solicitude in his tone.
"Quite," she replied, with a cosy little snuggle down among the cushions placed around her.
"Then let her go," cried Ranald, dipping in his paddle.
"Good by," cried Kate, waving her hand at them from the rock.

"We'll meet you at the wharf.