"We'll give them to the little boy at the ferry. _He_ won't be so particular!" Mrs Garnett said as she laid the rejected dainties on one side and proceeded to pack the oddments which had been required for the meal in one small basket, placing layers of paper in those left empty. The young people looked at each other with raised eyebrows as they watched these proceedings, the meaning of which they knew only too well. It was forbidden to gather roots from the woods, but no authority had dreamt of forbidding visitors to carry away _soil_, and this was just what Mrs Garnett invariably insisted upon doing. The red-brown earth, rich with sweet fragments of leaf and twig, was too tempting to be resisted when she thought of her poor pot-bound plants at home; therefore, instead of swinging homewards with baskets light as air, the boys were doomed to bear even heavier weights than on the outward journey. "Mother!" cried Clemence in a deep tone of protest. "Not _yet_! Remember the walk across the fields. Plenty of time to get soil in the Amphitheatre!" And Mrs Garnett put down her trowel with quite a guilty air and resigned herself to wait. "Well! Perhaps it would be best ... Mrs Vernon and I would like an hour's rest before going on. What are _you_ going to do now?" Every one waited for every one else, and no suggestion was forthcoming. The boys were once more beginning to roll about on the grass, poking and pulling at each other in a manner which foretold the beginning of war. Clemence and Vie were gazing sentimentally through the branches. Plain Hannah, stretched flat along the ground, was barricading the movements of a tiny beetle, and chuckling over its persistent efforts to outwit her schemes. Dan sat with arms clasped around his knees, a picture of patience on a monument. The sight of his twisted lips, his tilted, disconsolate chin fired Darsie to action. It was her doing that he was here at all; it was her duty to make the time pass as agreeably as possible. "Sports!" she cried quickly. "Competitive sports. We'll each plan an event, and take them in turns. Dan shall be judge, and the one who gets most marks shall have a prize." "What prize?" That was a stumper. Darsie could suggest nothing better than a general subscription. "If we each paid a penny entrance--"