“Dear kind parents, safe journey home, too, and oh more things than we can count,” added Elsie, as they knelt down side by side.

This duty performed with no irreverent haste, the maid was summoned and a careful toilet made in season to afford them time for a walk before mamma would be ready to see them.

They found their father in the lower veranda talking with the overseer, while Solon stood waiting with Beppo’s bridle in his hand, the horse pawing the ground with impatience.

Eddie was there, too, caressing Bruno who seemed as glad to be at home again as any of the rest.  Uttering a joyous bark he left his young master and bounded to meet the little girls.

Mr. Travilla turned at the sound and with a kind fatherly smile, held out his hands.

“O papa,” they cried running to him, “how good of you to have it made for us!”

“Good-morning, my darlings,” he said, giving and receiving caresses, “but what are you talking about?”

“Why the lake, papa; the lake and the boat.”

“Lake?” exclaimed Eddie, “why where?”

“Oh, you couldn’t see it from your windows,” said Elsie.  “Papa, papa, may we go now and look at it?”

“Yes,” he said, taking a hand of each.  “Larkin, I’ll see you again after breakfast.  Come, Eddie, my son, you too, and Bruno.”

A brisk five minutes’ walk brought them to the shore of the lake, a tiny one, scarce a quarter of a mile in circumference, not very deep and the water so clear that the pebbly bottom could be distinctly seen; gold and silver fish, too, gliding hither and thither; while a pretty, gayly painted row-boat lying at the water’s edge, rocked gently in the morning breeze.

Eddie hailed the scene with a shout of delight; the little girls danced about gleefully, Vi clapping her hands and asking eagerly if they might get into the boat.

Papa looked at his watch, “Yes, there will be time for a row; one trip around the lake.  Step in, all of you, and I will take the oars.”

Vi was quite ready and Eddie gallantly handed her in, then turned and offered his hand to Elsie.  She demurred.  “But mamma! shouldn’t we have mamma with us the first time?” and she looked up inquiringly into her father’s face.

“Yes, yes, of course!” cried the others making haste to step ashore again, “we want dear mamma with us the very first time.”

Papa smiled approval.  “Then we will go back,” he said, “and after breakfast, if mamma is willing, we will all come and take a row together; the boat is large enough to carry us all at once.”

Mamma’s consent was readily obtained, for to please her children was her great delight.  So shortly after breakfast they all repaired to the lake and rowed round and across it several times, a merry, happy party.

At Roselands the family were gathered about the breakfast table and the principal topic of conversation was the return of the party from Viamede.  Calhoun had been to the Oaks the previous evening and learned of their safe arrival.