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Then, speaking to his wife, he added, "It may be a good thing that I gave him a chance to assert his individuality." About half an hour after the beginning of the conversation between the bishop and Miss Corona, Mrs. Perkenpine came to the latter and informed her that supper was ready, and three times after that first announcement did she repeat the information.
Sometimes a person like myself or Mr. Archibald clings to some rock or point upon the bank, and for a little while is free from the coercion of circumstances, but this cannot be for long, and we are soon swept with the rest into the ocean of conglomerate commonplace." "That's when we die!" remarked Mrs. Perkenpine, who sat reverently listening.
"You agreed to remain in my service during my stay in camp, and you have no right to go away now, no matter who else may depart." Mrs. Perkenpine grinned. "That sort of thing was all very well a week ago," said she, "but it won't work now.
Perkenpine, her guide, was an energetic woman, and under her orders the men who brought the baggage bestirred themselves wonderfully. Just before supper, to which meal the Raybolds and Mr. Clyde had been invited, the latter came to Mr. Archibald, evidently much troubled and annoyed.
Archibald are on a wedding-journey." At this remark Phil Matlack rose suddenly from the tree-trunk and Martin dropped his pipe. Mr. Clyde turned his gaze upon Margery, who thereupon burst out laughing, and then he looked in amazement from Mr. Archibald to Mrs. Archibald and back again. Mrs. Perkenpine sat up very straight and leaned forward, her hands upon her knees.
Matlack was seated on his log, and he smoked, while Mrs. Perkenpine sat on the ground, her head thrown back and her arms hugging her knees. "Phil," said she, "that there moon looks to me like an oyster with a candle behind it, and as smooth and slippery as if I could jest swallow it down.
"I haven't anything to say for the others," he answered, "but as long as I have a camp of my own I think I ought to live there." "But how about Mrs. Perkenpine?" asked Mrs. Archibald. "Did you find her willing to wait on you, one at a time?" "Not exactly," said Clyde. "I discovered her, by her kitchen tent, hard at work eating her own breakfast.
"I simply wished to let you know that you might join this company here if you liked. The two men guides are coming, you see." Mrs. Perkenpine glanced around the group. "Is there any hunting stories to be told?" she asked. Mr. Archibald laughed. "I don't know," he said, "but perhaps we may have some. I am sure that Matlack here has hunting stories to tell." Mrs. Perkenpine shook her head.
Perkenpine brought me my clothes, she carried away with her all the provisions that had been left there. I supped, it is true, with Miss Raybold, but her appetite is so delicate and her fare so extremely simple that I confidentially acknowledge that I am half starved." During these remarks Matlack had stood quietly gazing at the bishop.
Her face and body were shaded by some overhanging branches, but her great feet were illumined and gilded by the blazing sun. On a camp table near by were the remains of the breakfast. It had been there for two or three hours. Arthur Raybold had taken what he wanted and had gone, and before composing herself for her nap Mrs. Perkenpine had thrown over it a piece of mosquito-netting. Corona smiled.
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