“We’d have been here sooner but Marshmallow had so much food to pack, you know,” Dave told the girls as he helped them into the car. It was an ideal day for a picnic, bright but not too warm. Doris and Kitty were relieved that the sky was clear, for the memory of the storm which had nearly overtaken them on their last picnic was still vivid. “Where are we going?” Doris asked. “Oh, there’s a place not far from here called Eagle’s Point. I though we might try that.” “Sounds interesting,” Kitty declared. A short drive west of the town brought them to a winding and heavily wooded road. Following this they climbed a steep hill and came to a halt at the brow of a cliff. Parking the car they climbed out and walked over to the edge of the precipice and looked down upon a lake, crystal clear and as blue as the sky it reflected. Only a short distance from the road a stone fireplace had been built and picnic tables had been provided. A spring provided clear, cold water. The girls were delighted at the spot and announced they would look no farther for a picnic place. Dave and Marshmallow locked the car and carried the heavy lunch hampers to the tables. Marshmallow began to unpack the dishes but Doris and Kitty stopped him. “You don’t want to eat yet,” they protested. “Why not?” he drawled goodnaturedly. “That’s what we came for, wasn’t it?” “But we want to explore first,” Doris declared. “There’s lovely scenery, and then we must work up an appetite for luncheon.” “Mine is already working,” Marshmallow grinned. However, he placed the dishes back in the hamper and started out with the others, managing to pair himself with Kitty, which was not difficult, as Doris and Dave were absorbed in each other. A steep path led down to the lake, and this the party decided to explore. Slipping and sliding, they finally reached the bottom of the decline without mishap. There, finding a boat tied to an old log, they decided it would be good sport to go for a ride on the lake. “There aren’t any oars,” Doris observed in disappointment. “We don’t need ’em,” Marshmallow declared, picking up a board. “This will do almost as well.” By hunting around they found another board nearly the same size, and with Dave and Marshmallow each wielding one of the improvised oars, they courageously set out in the little boat. The paddles were not very effective and the young men worked like Trojans to propel the craft a few yards. For the most part they were content to drift with the wind. Tiring of this sport, they brought the boat to shore and left it tied to the log. The party was about to climb the hill again when Doris noticed a path leading around the lake. She proposed that they continue their trip of exploration, and the suggestion was greeted with enthusiasm.