n Orrack to dine,
and fish, an' paint, an' botanise. After that we'll cross over the
Swan's Neck, an' finish off the bustin' business with supper on the
sea-shore. Lots of grub left yet, you see."

He swung round his little wallet as he spoke, and held it up to view.

"Would you like some, Cousin Milly?" asked Eddie, opening his bag. "All
sorts here. Bread, cheese, ginger snaps, biscuits, jam--Oh! I say, the
jam-pot's broken! Whatever shall we do?"

He dipped his fingers into his wallet as he spoke, and brought them out
magenta!

Their hilarity was dissipated suddenly, and grave looks were bestowed on
Eddie's digits, until Flo's little voice arose like a strain of sweet
music to dissipate the clouds.

"Oh! never mind," she said; "I's got anuzzer pot in my bag."

This had been forgotten. The fact was verified by swift examination,
and felicity was restored.

"What are you going to photograph?" asked Milly, seeing that Archie was
busy making arrangements.

"_You_, Cousin Milly. You've no notion what a splendid couple you and
Mr Barret look--stuck up so picturesquely on that little mound, with
its rich foreground of bracken, and the grey rock beside you, and the
peep through the bushes, with Big Ben for a background; and the easel,
too--so suggestive! There, now, I'm ready. By the way, I might take
you as a pair of lovers!"

Poor Milly became scarlet, and suddenly devoted herself to the _lusus
naturae_! Barret took refuge in a loud laugh, and then said:

"Really, one would suppose that you were a professional, Archie; you
order your sitters about with such self-satisfied presumption."

"Yes, they always do that," said Milly, recovering herself, and looking
calmly up from the cow--which now resembled a megatherium--"but you must
remember, Cousin Archie, that I am a _painter_, and therefore understand
about attitudes, and all that, much better than a mere photographer.
So, if I condescend to sit, you must take your orders from _me_!"

"Fire away then with your orders," cried the impatient amateur.

"See, sir, I will sit thus--as if painting," said Milly, who was
desperately anxious to have it over, lest Archie should make some
awkward proposition. "Mr Barret will stand behind me, looking
earnestly at the picture--"

"Admiringly," interposed Barret.

"Not so--earnestly, as if getting a lesson," said Milly, with a
teacher's severity; "and Flo will sit thus, at my feet, taking care
(hold it, dear,