His face brightened as he read, and he laid it down with a broad smile and helped himself to fish.
"Are you people very particular what you do to-day ?" he asked.
Arthur said, No.

George explained that he was in the hands of his beneficent friend.
"Because my Aunt Egeria down at Glenavelin has got up some sort of a picnic on the moors, and she wants us to meet her at the sheepfolds about twelve." "Oh," said George meditatively.

"Excellent! I shall be charmed." But he looked significantly at Arthur, who returned the glance.
"Who are at Glenavelin ?" asked that simple young man with an air of innocence.
"There's a man called Stocks, whom you probably know." Arthur nodded.
"And there's Bertha Afflint and her sister." It was George's turn to nod approvingly.

The sharp-witted Miss Afflint was a great ally of his.
"And there's a Miss Wishart--Alice Wishart," said Lewis, without a word of comment.

"And with my Aunt Egeria that will be all." The pair got the cue, and resolved to subject the Miss Wishart whose name came last on their host's tongue to a friendly criticism.
Meanwhile they held their peace on the matter like wise men.
"What a strange name Egeria is!" said Arthur.