But keep it to yourself now. And
don't fret because you have had dreams."
"Well, as you wish," he replied after a long time. As he sat in silence,
I smoking hard, and he buried in thought, I heard the laughter of people
some distance below us in the hills. I guessed it to be some tourists
from the summer hotel. The voices came nearer.
A singular thought occurred to me. I looked at Roscoe. I saw that he was
brooding, and was not noticing the voices, which presently died away.
This was a relief to me. We were then silent again.
CHAPTER XII
THE WHIRLIGIG OF TIME
Next day we had a picnic on the Whi-Whi River, which, rising in the far
north, comes in varied moods to join the Long Cloud River at Viking.
[Dr. Marmion, in a note of his MSS., says that he has purposely
changed the names of the rivers and towns mentioned in the second
part of the book, because he does not wish the locale to be too
definite.]
Ruth Devlin, her young sister, and her aunt Mrs. Revel, with Galt Roscoe
and myself, constituted the party. The first part of the excursion had
many delights. The morning was fresh and sweet, and we were all in
excellent spirits.
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