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Gideon's heart leaped with fear.
'That's it,' returned the man. 'And what I wanted to say was as you
couldn't do it any more. You see I've let it.'
'Let it!' cried Julia.
'Let it for a month,' said the man. 'Seems strange, don't it? Can't see
what the party wants with it?'
'It seems very romantic of him, I think,' said Julia, 'What sort of a
person is he?'
Julia in her canoe, the landlord in his wherry, were close alongside,
and holding on by the gunwale of the houseboat; so that not a word was
lost on Gideon.
'He's a music-man,' said the landlord, 'or at least that's what he told
me, miss; come down here to write an op'ra.'
'Really!' cried Julia, 'I never heard of anything so delightful! Why, we
shall be able to slip down at night and hear him improvise! What' is his
name?'
'Jimson,' said the man.
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