The children dabbled, and splashed, and pulled, to their hearts' content, till at last Mr.Norton told them they had got enough and now they must sit quite still while he rowed them in to the land.
"Oh, father, just those two over there!" pleaded Milly, who could not bear leaving so many beauties behind.
"No, Milly, no more.

Look where the sun is now.

If we don't make haste and have our tea, we shall never get back to Ravensnest to-night." Milly's face looked as if it would like to cry, as the boat began to move away from the rushes, and the beautiful lilies were left behind.

I told you, to begin with, that Milly was ready to cry oftener than a sensible little girl should.

But Aunt Emma was not going to have any crying at her picnic.
"Who's going to gather me sticks to make my fire ?" she said suddenly, in a solemn voice.
"I am! I am!" shouted both the children at once, and out came Milly's smiles again, like the sun from behind a cloud.
"And who's going to lay the table-cloth ?" "We are! we are!" "And who's going to hand the bread and butter ?" "I am!" exclaimed Milly, "and Olly shall hand the cake." "And who's going to _eat_ the bread and butter ?" "All of us!" shouted the children, and Milly added, "Father will want a _big_ plate of bread and butter, I daresay." "I should think he would, after all this rowing," said Mr.Norton.