"Yes'm, _I_ think so, certainly, _I_ do."
"Thank you, I will go with pleasure," I said.
"Thank you, Miss Hungerford," said Lovell, rising hurriedly. "I wish you
a pleasant day--_I_ do, with pleasure, and I hope that nothing will happen
to prevent!"
And Lovell marched back across the fields as valiantly as a man may, who,
on occasions of doubt and peril, takes the precaution to go suitably
armed.
During the day the Wallencampers indulged in a mode of recreation,
suggestive of that unique sort of inspiration to which they not
unfrequently fell victims.
They attached a horse to a boat, a demoralized old boat, which had
hitherto occupied a modest place amid the _debris_ surrounding the Ark,
and thus equipped, they rode or sailed up and down the lane. It proved a
stormy sea, and often, as the boat capsized, the air was rent with
screams of mock terror and yells of unaffected delight.
Thus the youth of Wallencamp, yes, and those who heeded not the swift
decline of years, by reason of the immortal freshness of their spirits,
disported themselves. And I was not amazed, catching a glimpse through
the school-house windows of this joyous boat on one of her return voyages
up the lane, to see Grandma Keeler swaying wildly in the stern.
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