"Are you sure," asked Simpson, "that you wouldn't like me to show
you that signalling now?"

I closed my eyes. You know, I wonder sometimes what it is that makes
a picnic so pleasant. Because all the important things, the eating
and the sleeping, one can do anywhere.






IV.--IN THE WET





Myra gazed out of the window upon the driving rain and shook her
head at the weather.

"Ugh!" she said. "Ugly!"

"Beast," I added, in order that there should be no doubt about what
we thought. "Utter and deliberate beast."

We had arranged for a particularly pleasant day. We were to have
sailed across to the mouth of the--I always forget its name, and
then up the river to the famous old castle of-of-no, it's gone