Then we were to have some music, and generally take it easy.

Afterwards we were to bathe, and then row some mile or two farther up to the woods, and have a squirrel hunt; and towards evening, after a picnic tea, drift down with the stream in time for the nine o'clock bell.

It seemed a perfect plan, and as we sat and discussed it our spirits rose, and we found ourselves already enjoying our picnic in prospect.

But presently Growler came into the room, and as he was to be one of the party, we had to go over all the plans again to him.

Well, it was too bad! Not a single detail in our programme pleased him.
"Row ?" he said; "don't we get enough rowing, without having to give up holidays to it?
besides, what's the fun of sitting in a tent, or eating your food among all the wasps and gnats up in that place?
You surely aren't going to take that wretched concertina; that'll be enough to give us the blues, even if it doesn't rain, which it's pretty sure to do.