I shall not forget," said Betty, soberly, looking at the Colonel.

He had not spoken in his usual teasing way, and she was at a loss to understand him.

"Come, Mr.Clarke, you carry the canoe and follow me down this path and look sharp for roots and stones or you may trip." "Where is Isaac ?" asked Alfred, as he lightly swung the canoe over his shoulder.
"He took his rifle and went up to the chestnut grove an hour or more ago." A few minutes' walk down the willow skirted path and they reached the creek.

Here it was a narrow stream, hardly fifty feet wide, shallow, and full of stones over which the clear brown water rushed noisily.
"Is it not rather risky going down there ?" asked Alfred as he noticed the swift current and the numerous boulders poking treacherous heads just above the water.
"Of course.

That is the great pleasure in canoeing," said Betty, calmly.