By Wednesday they had begun to mourn that only four were left them.
Life at the Briggs' cottage offered a ceaseless succession of wholesome pleasures.

Early morning invariably found the reunionists strengthening their acquaintance with the ocean.

Breakfast over, a bathing suit procession to the nearby beach became the usual order of things.

They spent long sunny hours playing about in the surf, or stretched at ease on the white sand, exchanging an apparently exhaustless flow of light-hearted conversation relating to almost everything under the sun.
Imbued with tireless energy, their afternoons brought them fresh entertainment in the way of long automobile rides to various points of interest, followed by jolly little teas or dinners along the way.

The annual excursion to Picnic Hollow, which claimed the greater part of a whole day, was also a memorable occasion.