Mrs.
Beecher, the girls, the two other boys, and the baskets of provisions followed a little later on the Rectory car, packed beyond all possibility of comfort.

The Canon himself pulled an oar untiringly, but without the faintest semblance of style, and the party rippled with joy when they discovered that Hyacinth also could row.
'Now,' said Elsie, 'we can go anywhere.

We can go on rowing and rowing all day, and see places we've never seen before.' 'My dear girl,' said her mother, 'remember that Mr.Conneally and your father aren't machines.

You mustn't expect them to go too far.' 'Oh, but,' said Elsie, 'father says he never gets tired if he has only one oar to pull.' The Canon was preparing for his toil.

The old coat, in colour now almost olive green, was folded and used as a cushion by Marion in the bow.