"For I love picnics," she said, "I love the simplicity and the fresh air and the rippling streams.

And washing up is fun, and it is such a great chance for you young men." And she cast a coy glance over her shoulder.
"Do you live far off, Mr.Haystoun ?" she asked repeatedly.

"Four miles?
Oh, that's next door.

We shall come and see you some day.

We have just been staying with the Marshams--Mr.Marsham, you know, the big cotton people.