"You know they always were real sweet," said their mother, "and so
easily amused. I hope you haven't forgotten your knack of story
telling; and how they used to laugh! That Ellen was the stupidest
thing."

While she was feeding the babies, the grown folks went over to their
breakfast. The kitchen and the servants' table was in much better
order, and there were some delightful muffins and fresh fish and
muskmelons. The babies played about; Jack's father took him out for a
walk, then there was a long quiet time at the luncheon hour, and the
babies were fed again.

"I succeeded in getting a two-seat carriage, so we will all go out
this afternoon," said Mr. Borden. "They say Braun is a queer Hungarian
settlement and on Sunday the people are all out in their best. We'll
take a look at it."

"_Can_ we all go?"

"Why Florence said she wouldn't mind caring for one baby, and Marilla
can take the other."

The two nurses had the back seat, Florence made Marilla put her baby
between them on the seat. "We'll change off when I get tired of
holding mine," she said.

They went straight over to the Sound--the upper end of the great South
Bay. Oh how splendid it was! Marilla almost held her breath with
surprise, then they drove up the road a short distance, but she hated
to leave the glorious views. Pansy dropped in her lap and went to
sleep. As they turned they passed through one of the magnificent
residential settlements, then to the odd Hungarian town where a
foreign Sunday was in full life and vivacity.

Little tables were standing around, some filled with families, some
having a couple of lovers; other parties were walking up and down; all
in picturesque holiday attire. The tables were set out with small,
hard brown cakes, slices of bread that each had brought to the feast.
There was beer of course, merrymaking and jollity--but no one seemed
to overstep the bounds. Children ran around, grotesque copies of
their elders. Rows of cottages and gardens, great corn and hayfields,
stubble where cattle were browsing, enclosures of fattening pigs whose
squealing had a mirthful sound.

"It is well worth looking at," said Mr. Borden. "A bit of Europe on
one of our islands and really a lesson to our own thriftless poor."

Violet chattered in a funny fashion, but Pansy slept through it all.
Marilla tried several times to shift her position, but the little form
was too heavy to stir. Yet it was delightful, though she kept thinking