dangled from the handle-bar and Lydia announced the preparations
complete.

The way to the lake shore led under the maple trees for several blocks.
Then the board walk turned abruptly to cross a marsh, high-grown now
with ripening cat-tails. Having safely crossed the marsh, the walk
ended in a grass-grown path. Lydia trundled the heavy perambulator
with some difficulty along the path. The August sun was hot.

"'A life on the ocean wave--'"

she panted. "You are getting fat, baby!

'A home on the rolling deep.
Where the scattered waters rave
And the winds their revels keep.'

Darn it, I wish I had a bicycle!"

"Ahoy there! Hard aport with your helm, mate!" came a shout from
behind her. A boy in a bright red bathing suit jumped off a bicycle.

"Hello, Kent!" said Lydia.

"Hello, yourself!" returned Kent. "Wait and I'll hitch to the front
axle."

He untied a stout cord from his handle-bars and proceeded to fasten it
from his saddle post to the perambulator. Lydia watched him with a
glowing face. She was devoted to Kent, although they quarreled a great