"Mother doesn't like supper to be later than half-past-eight, but if you are with us by seven we shall have time for a good game first.

And now, I think I must go home, or my mother will wonder what has become of me." Mabel picked up the luncheon basket.

Loftus flung the rugs over his shoulder, and the four young people went down to the boats.
Loftus and Mabel lingered a little behind.

Catherine and Beatrice led the way.
"You don't want to come to-night," suddenly said Beatrice to her companion.
Catherine started and colored.
"Why do you say that?
I--I am glad to come." "Don't come if you don't want to.

I shall understand." They had reached the boats.