Milly had curled herself up inside mother's arm, and was thinking a great deal about King Arthur and the fairy ship, while Olly was quite taken up with watching the oars as they dipped in and out of the water, and occasionally asking his father when he should be big enough to row quite by himself.

It seemed a very little time after all before they were stepping out of the boat at Aunt Emma's boathouse, and the picnic and the row were both over.
"Good-bye, dear lake," said Milly, turning with her hands full of water-lilies to look back before they went up to the house.

"Good-night, mountains; good-night, Birdsnest Point.

I shall soon come and see you again." A few minutes more, and they were safely packed into a carriage which drove them back to Ravensnest, and Aunt Emma was saying good-bye to them.
"Next time, I shall come and see you, Milly," she said, as she kissed Milly's little sleepy face.

"Don't forget me till then." "Then you'll tell us about old Mother Quiverquake," said Olly, hugging her with his small arms.