He felt a stirring of reproach. Darsie was a decent kid--an amusing kid; if she went away she would leave behind her a decided blank. Looking back over the years, Darsie seemed to have played the leading part in the historic exploits of the family. She was growing into quite a big kid now. He glanced at her again quickly, furtively, and drummed with his fingers on the desk--hardly a kid at all, almost grown up! "Oh, that's all right; don't worry about that," he mumbled vaguely. "What a grandiloquent kid you are! I hope you'll have a better time than you think, if you do go to visit your aunt." "Thanks so much; I hope I may; and if at any time--_any_ time--I can do anything to help you, or give you the least--the _very_ least--pleasure, please let me know, Dan! I can understand now how one feels when one leaves home and faces the world!" said Darsie poignantly. "G-goodbye!" "Bye," said Dan coolly. He leaned back in his chair, still thudding with his fingers on the desk. Darsie had reached the door and held it open in her hands before he spoke again. "What time did you say that blessed old picnic is to start?" "Wednesday. Ten o'clock," said Darsie, and, like a true daughter of Eve, spoke not one more word, but shut the door and left him to his thoughts. "Dan's coming! You're not to say a word till the time, but he _is_!" she announced to her sisters that evening; but when they questioned and cross-questioned concerning the means whereby the miracle had been wrought, she steadfastly refused to satisfy their curiosity. That was not their concern. An inherent loyalty to Dan forbade that she should make public the wiles by which he had been beguiled. CHAPTER FIVE. LEFT BEHIND! Wednesday dawned bright and fair; it had not seemed possible that it could be wet, and the party of twelve, with their baskets and hampers, drove economically and gaily to the ferry in a three-horse omnibus, so ostentatiously treating it as their own vehicle that the few alien passengers sat abashed, and plainly felt themselves _de trop_. Darsie's prophecy had been fulfilled, for Dan appeared at the starting-point, somewhat grim and sulky of demeanour, but obviously on picnic bent. He was the only member of the party whose hands were free of basket or bundle, and when the omnibus trundled into sight he walked forward to meet it and swung himself up to a place on top as though anxious to convince beholders that he had no connection with the noisy crowd at the corner, whereupon the two mothers smiled at each other in amused reminiscent fashion.