Archard turns round and says that mountain,
not sea air was what papa should have, and insisted so on it that at
last papa gave in and accepted Max's invitation for Nannie and himself.
So then it was arranged that papa, Nannie, and Max were to go to the
mountains, and we to the Cottage with Miss Marston,--they going one day,
and we the next.
[Illustration: "WE ALL WORKED LIKE BEAVERS."]
That was the first set-back, and the next one was ten times worse. Just
as papa was being helped down the steps to the carriage, what should
come but a telegram for Miss Marston from her aunt in Canada, asking her
to come right on. Well, that just upset _our_ going in the country! Phil
and Felix told papa they could manage things, and get us safely to the
Cottage,--and I'm sure they'd have done it as well as ever Miss Marston
could, for she's awfully fussy and afraid of things happening; but
no, papa wouldn't hear of it, though Max declared he thought 'twould be
all right. Felix took it quietly, but Phil got kind of huffy, and said
papa must think he was about two years old, from the way he treated him.
I tell you, for a little while there Nannie had her hands full,--what
with trying to smooth him down, and to keep papa from getting nervous
and worked up over the matter.
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