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 Bess had been sitting very quiet. She put out her hand then. "Here's one that isn't against you; but for you," she said.

He took it, but didn't speak; and then I shoved out mine without saying a word, and he gripped it;—then he got up. "Come on, Flo," he said, "It's time to go home if you're going to friz your hair for the picnic to-morrow."

Flo jumped out of the swinging seat. "That's so," she said, running her fingers through her fluffy hair. "Picnic starts for Blennerhasset Island at nine in the morning, so there's work for me and the curl-papers."

"You going, Bob?" I asked.

"No," said Bob, "I've got to make some collections for Father and I can't get away so early. But say, here's an idea! I can go right away after dinner, and I'll get out the double team and we'll drive down there,—the three of us,—it's only a little over twelve miles,—and row over to the island. We can have supper with the crowd and then take Flo in and drive back by moonlight. What do you say?"

It sounded perfectly good to us, and so we all