"Now then, look out for a bump!" [Illustration: "So they put Olly up on a tall piece of rock, and he sang."] Bump! Splash! there was the boat scraping along the pebbles near the shore; out sprang Mr.Norton, first on to a big stone, then on to the shore, and with one great pull he brought the boat in till it was close enough for Aunt Emma and Mrs.Norton to step on to the rocks, and for the children to be lifted out.
"Oh! what a nice place!" cried Milly, looking about her, and clapping her hands, as she always did when she was pleased.

It was a point of rock running out into the lake, a "peninsula" Milly called it, when she had been all round it, and it was covered with brown heather spread all over the ground, and was delightfully soft and springy to sit upon.

In the middle of the bit of rock there were two or three trees standing up together, birch trees with silvery stems, and on every side but one there was shallow brown water, so clear that they could see every stone at the bottom.

And when they looked away across the lake, there were the grand old mountains pushing their heads into the clouds on the other side, and far away near the edge of the lake they saw a white dot which they knew was Aunt Emma's house.

How the sun shone on everything! How it made the water of the lake sparkle and glitter as if it were alive! And yet the air was not hot, for a little wind was coming to them across the water, and moving the trees gently up and down.
And what was this under the trees?
Why, a kind of fireplace made of stones, and in front of it a round green bit of grass, with tufts of heather all round it, just like a table with seats.
"Who put these stones here, Aunt Emma ?" asked Olly, as she and mother and Mr.Norton brought up the baskets, and put them in the green place by the stones.
"Well, Olly, long ago, when all your uncles and aunts were little, and they used to come here for picnics, they thought it would be very nice to have a stone fireplace, built up properly, so that they needn't make one every time.