Then, of course, you must show us the mill
working at night, and afterwards--may I ask it?--you must all come and
have supper with me at the summer hotel."
Ruth dropped her eyes. I saw she did not wish to go. Fortunately Mr.
Devlin extricated her. "I'm afraid that will be impossible, Mrs.
Falchion," he said: "much obliged to you all the same. But I am going to
be at the mill pretty near all night, and shouldn't be able to go, and I
don't want Ruth to go without me."
"Then it must be another time," said Mrs. Falchion.
"Oh, whenever it's convenient for Ruth, after a day or two, I'll be ready
and glad. But I tell you what: if you want to see something fine, you
must go down as soon as possible to Sunburst. We live there, you know,
not here at Viking. It's funny, too, because, you see, there's a feud
between Viking and Sunburst--we are all river-men and mill-hands at
Viking, and they're all salmon-fishers and fruit-growers at Sunburst. By
rights I ought to live here, but when I started I thought I'd build my
mills at Sunburst, so I pitched my tent down there. My wife and the girls
got attached to the place, and though the mills were built at Viking, and
I made all my money up here, I live at Sunburst and spend my shekels
there.
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