ykins and I will do the
cakewalk for you."

Polly, who had become quite a proficient little dancer under her
sister's teaching, was very willing to do her share in the evening's
entertainment, and it was pronounced a decided success.

Mary then said, "I'll play my favorite schottische, composed by our
old friend, the Professor. I have not yet procured a copy of his
latest piece of music, 'The Passing of the Dahlias.' I think it is
still with the publishers."

Mary, after playing "Rock of Ages," left the room to see about serving
refreshments, when Elizabeth Schmidt took her place at the instrument.
After playing "The Rosary," she turned to Ralph, who had been greatly
amused by the German songs on the program, all of which were quite new
to him, and said: "What shall I play for you?"

He replied, "'My Little Irish Rose'--no, I mean 'The River Shannon.'"

"Don't you mean 'That Grand Old Name Called Mary?'" mischievously
inquired Fritz Schmidt, who could not refrain from teasing Ralph,
which caused a laugh at his expense, as all present were aware of his
love for Mary. Elizabeth, to cover Ralph's confusion, quickly replied:
"I'll play my favorite, 'The End of a Perfect Day.'"

The party was pronounced a success, and broke up at a late hour for
country folks. Before leaving, Mary's Uncle said: "Now, let's sing
'Home, Sweet Home,' and then all join in singing that grand old hymn,
'My Country, 'Tis of Thee,' to the new tune by our friend, the Bucks
County Editor."

[Illustration: PALASADES OR NARROWS OF NOCKAMIXON]

CHAPTER XVIII.

A VISIT TO THE "PENNSYLVANIA PALISADES," AS THE "NARROWS" OF THE
DELAWARE RIVER ARE CALLED.

All hailed with delight Aunt Sarah's proposal that the Schmidt and
Landis families, on the Fourth of July, drive over to the Narrows,
visit Aunt Sarah's old home at Nockamixon, and see the "Ringing Rocks"
and "High Falls," situated a short distance from the rocks, near which
place picnics were frequently held. John Landis readily agreed to the
proposed plan, saying, "The meadow hay and clover are cut, and I'll
not cut the wheat until the fifth day of July."

The third of July was a busy day at both farm houses, preparing savory
food of every description with which to fill hampers for the next
day's outing. Small Polly Schmidt was so perfectly happy, at the
thought of a proposed picnic, she could scarcely contain herself, and
as her sister Elizabeth said, "did nothing but get in every o