"This is what you'd call an old folks' picnic, all married people this time." The party foregathered on the upper deck as the boat started, and sat down to listen to the band of Italian musicians who were playing outside this morning because of the fineness of the weather.
"Oh, we're going to have lots of fun," cried Trina.

"If it's anything I do love it's a picnic.

Do you remember our first picnic, Mac ?" "Sure, sure," replied the dentist; "we had a Gotha truffle." "And August lost his steamboat," put in Trina, "and papa smacked him.

I remember it just as well." "Why, look there," said Mrs.Heise, nodding at a figure coming up the companion-way.

"Ain't that Mr.Schouler ?" It was Marcus, sure enough.