“Oh, it is a very pretty place,” said Miss Chapman, “but not lively enough.”

“Well, Burnham and I find it pleasant; aw, we have lots of fun.”

“Indeed!  Why, what do you do?”

“Oh, I don’t know.  Everything.”

“Is the shooting good?  I saw you with your guns yesterday.”

“Well, there isn’t a great deal of game.  There is some fishing, but we haven’t caught much.”

“How do you kill time, then?”

Salsbury looked puzzled.

“Aw—­it is a first-rate air, you know.  The table is good, and you can sleep like a top.  And then, you see, I like to smoke around, and do nothing, on the sea-shore.  It is real jolly to lie on the sand, aw, with all sorts of little bugs running over you, and listen to the water swashing about!”

“Let’s try it!” cried vivacious Miss Chapman; and down she sat on the sand.  The others followed her example, and in five minutes they were picking up pretty pebbles and chatting away as sociably as could be.  The rumbling of the warning gong surprised them.

At dinner Burnham and Salsbury took seats opposite the ladies, and were honored with an introduction to papa and mamma, a very dignified, heavy, rosy, old-school couple, who ate a good deal and said very little.  That evening, when flute and viol wooed the lotos-eaters to agitate the light fantastic toe, these young gentlemen found themselves in dancing humor, and revolved themselves into a grievous condition of glow and wilt in various mystic and intoxicating measures with their new-made friends.

On retiring, somewhat after midnight, Miss Thurston paused while “doing her hair,” and addressed Miss Chapman.

“Did you observe, Hattie, how very handsome those gentlemen are?  Mr. Burnham looks like a prince of the sang azur, and Mr. Salsbury like his poet-laureate.”

“Yes, dear,” responded Hattie; “I have been considering those flowers of the field and lilies of the valley.”

“Ned,” said Charlie, at about the same time, “we won’t find anything nicer here this season, I think.”

“They’re pretty worth while,” replied Ned, “and I’m rather pleased with them.”

“Which do you like best?”

“Oh, bother!  I haven’t thought of that yet.”

The next day the young men delayed their “constitutional” until the ladies were ready to walk, and the four strolled off together, mamma and the children following in the pony-chaise.  At the rocks on the end of the point Ned got his feet very wet fishing up specimens of seaweed for the damsels; and Charley exerted himself super-humanly in assisting them to a ledge which they considered favorable for sketching purposes.

In the afternoon a sail was arranged, and they took dinner on board the boat, with any amount of hilarity and a good deal of discomfort.  In the evening more dancing and vigorous attentions to both the young ladies, but without a shadow of partiality being shown by either of the four.