Gray Cardross, a nice-looking boy who wore spectacles, collected butterflies, and did not look like a "speed-mad cub," took Hamil to the house, whither Shiela had already retired for an ante-prandial toilet; but there is no dust in that part of the world, and his preparations were quickly made.
"Awfully glad you came," repeated young Cardross with all the excessive cordiality of the young and unspoiled.

"Father has been checking off the days on the calendar since your letter saying you were coming by way of Nassau.

The Governor is dying to begin operations on that jungle yonder.
When we camp I'm going--and probably Shiela is--she began clamoring to go two weeks ago.

We all had an idea that you were a rather feeble old gentleman--like Mr.Anan--until Shiela brought us the picture they published of you in the paper two weeks ago; and she said immediately that if you were young enough to camp she was old enough to go too.
She's a good shot, Mr.Hamil, and she won't interfere with your professional duties--" "I should think not!" said Hamil cordially; "but--as for my camping--there's really almost nothing left for me to do except to familiarise myself with the character of your wilderness.

Your father tells me he has the surveys and contour maps all ready.