Fish never were supposed to be very wise creatures, Mr.Sandford informed her; but nevertheless, it was resolved not to reckon upon their want of wisdom at this time, but to put up and go back to shore, and try what cold chicken would do.

So just about the hour when the sun's work for the day verges towards the hottest, the little boat was seen again stealing over the sunny surface of the lake, back to where the tablecloth lay spread for the tired people.
A little while before it reached that place, Dr.Sandford arrived upon the scene.

He locked a little warm in the face; but his white shooting coat did not seem less affected by the state of the weather than the doctor's temper.

Mrs.Gary and Mrs.Fish he found sunk in somnolency at the foot of the tree where they had been talking.

The young ladies were sitting by the emptied hampers, deep in confab.