er entered into anything of the kind with
more spirit and zeal than he now threw into this simple gypsying
excursion with his country cousins.

"He's no end of a fellow for a picnic," declared Harry
enthusiastically, "and ten times as good as Fred;" the quiet nature of
the latter always shrinking from any unusual bustle, while Alick's
unfailing flow of animal spirits found a congenial outlet in any
little extra excitement, especially when it was connected with the
procuring of enjoyment for others. He and Harry were busy all Monday
in exploring the ground and selecting the most eligible place for the
repast; and Harry averred, when they returned home, that they would
have a "splendid time" next day, if it were only fine.

Next morning opened as fair and bright as the excursionists could
desire,--not too hot, but tempered by a pleasant breeze--"just the day
for the woods, and not too rough for the water." For Stella had
manifested such consternation at the idea of going through the
pasture--"cows always frightened her so"--that, notwithstanding the
raillery and the representations of Alick and Harry, it was evident
that her pleasure would be spoiled if she were obliged to go by the
field-path. Alick therefore had good-naturedly hunted up a boat, which
would save them a long dusty walk by the road, and greatly enhance the
pleasure of the excursion, besides carrying the "_impedimenta_," as
Fred classically termed the baskets of provisions. Marion Wood, a
playmate of Lucy's, was to accompany them in the boat, while Mrs.
Steele and the boys walked across the fields.

As soon as the early dinner could be got over, the boat's cargo was
taken on board, the passengers embarked, and after some little screams
from Stella, who had a habit of being "nervous," the little bark shot
off, swift and straight, impelled by Alick's firm, skillful strokes.
The water-party reached the mouth of the ravine considerably sooner
than the others; and while awaiting their arrival, Alick rowed them to
a little fairy islet near the shore, where they landed to explore it,
and twine their hats with the graceful creepers and ferns growing
among its rocks. Then re-embarking, they floated at leisure up and
down the glassy shaded water, fringed with tall reeds, the girls
alternately trying their hands at the oars, till a shout from Harry
and the waving of handkerchiefs announced the arrival of the rest of
the party.

The strawberry-pickers had soon beg