Gardener will bring the baskets." Such a merry party they were, trooping down to the boathouse.

There lay the boat; a pretty new boat, painted dark blue, with a little red flag floating at her bows, and her name, "Ariel," written in large white letters on the stern.

And all around the boathouse stretched the beautiful blue water, so clear and sunny and sparkling that it dazzled Milly's eyes to look at it.

She and Olly were lifted into the boat beside Aunt Emma and mother, father sat in the middle and took the oars, while gardener put the baskets into the stern, and then, untying the rope which kept the boat tied into the boathouse, he gave it a good push with one hand and off she went out into the blue lake, rising up and down on the water like a swan.
"Oh! mother, mother, look up there," shouted Olly, "there's the mountain.

Isn't that where we climbed up this morning ?" Yes, there it was, the beautiful green rocky mountain, rising up above Aunt Emma's house.