Stanley swam after sticks at the request of little Roger.
Once Hollanden succeeded in making the others so engrossed in being amused that Hawker and Miss Fanhall were left alone staring at the white bubbles that floated solemnly on the black water.

After Hawker had stared at them a sufficient time, he said, "Well, you are an heiress, you know." In return she chose to smile radiantly.

Turning toward him, she said, "If you will be good now--always--perhaps I'll forgive you." They drove home in the sombre shadows of the hills, with Stanley padding along under the wagon.

The Worcester girls tried to induce Hollanden to sing, and in consequence there was quarrelling until the blinking lights of the inn appeared above them as if a great lantern hung there.
Hollanden conveyed his friend some distance on the way home from the inn to the farm.

"Good time at the picnic ?" said the writer.
"Yes." "Picnics are mainly places where the jam gets on the dead leaves, and from thence to your trousers.