The last mellow hours of the day and the first cool breezes of the long summer evening had met before the dishes were all laid waste, and the bottles as empty as bottles should be. This point in the proceedings attained, the picnic party looked lazily at Pedgift Junior to know what was to be done next. That inexhaustible functionary was equal as ever to all the calls on him. He had a new amusement ready before the quickest of the company could so much as ask him what that amusement was to be.
“Fond of music on the water, Miss Milroy?” he asked, in his airiest and pleasantest manner.
Miss Milroy adored music, both on the water and the land—always excepting the one case when she was practicing the art herself on the piano at home.
“We’ll get out of the reeds first,” said young Pedgift. He
