As he drifted near the swing, Madeline said to Henry-- "You may stop swinging me now.

I think I'd like to go out rowing." The young man's cup seemed running over.

He could scarcely command his voice for delight as he said-- "It will be jolly rowing just now.

I'm sure we can get some pond-lilies." "Really," she replied, airily, "you take too much for granted.

I was going to ask Tom Longman to take me out." She called to Tom, and as he came up, grinning and shambling, she indicated to him her pleasure that he should row her upon the river.