Let us pack up a picnic basket.

Kate, you needn't look at me.

I have taken Mrs.Masters into confidence, and there's a cold roast fowl downstairs--and--and--but I won't reveal anything further.

We can have a picnic--we can go away an hour after breakfast, and saunter to that place known as the Long Quay, and hire the very best boat to be had for money, and we can float about on this lovely harbor, and land presently on the shore over there where the ruins of the old Port are; and we can eat our dinners there and be jolly.

Remember that we have never but once been on the water since we came.