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. Take good care of your invalid, Ranald."
With hardly a glance at her Ranald replied: "You may be sure of that," and with a long, swinging stroke shot the canoe out into the river. For a moment or two Kate stood looking after them, and then, with a
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