Quincy wondered whether Nature, literature, or law would be his father's most appreciated relaxation, but inclined to the latter. The next morning Maude exclaimed: “Let's have some fun. What shall we do?” “There are three canoes in the boat house,” said Quincy, “why not a row on the pond?” “Fine!” cried Maude. “Quincy, you are a man of ideas.” Captain Hornaby had asked Florence to go with him and she had willingly consented. This emboldened Harry Merry, who had come down from the State House with the Governor's correspondence, and he, rather bashfully, requested Maude's company in the third canoe. “Can you swim?” she asked. “I learned when a boy,” said Harry. “All right. I don't believe the style has changed much since then. I wouldn't go with you unless you could swim. It would be too great a responsibility.” Harry thought to himself that he would be willing to swim ashore with such a “responsibility” in his arms. Maude turned to the Captain: “Can you swim, Captain Hornaby?” “Of course, Miss Maude. We Englishmen are all sea dogs, don't you know?” “But Englishmen are drowned sometimes,” said Maude. “How about Admiral Kempenfelt and the Royal George? See Fourth Class Reader for full particulars in verse.” The three couples were soon afloat--Quincy and Alice, Captain Hornaby and Florence, Harry and Maude. “Let's have a race,” cried Maude. “To that big white rock down there,” and she pointed to the farther end of the pond. Harry took the lead with short, swift strokes, but the long, steady paddling of Captain Hornaby gained on him steadily, and to Maude's disgust the Captain reached the rock first, Harry being a close second, and Quincy a late third. Maude was excited. “Let's race back to the boat house. A prize for the first one who reaches it.” “What will be the prize?” asked the Captain. Maude saw that Harry needed encouragement. “I haven't anything with me but kisses and only one of them to spare.” Harry shut his teeth with a snap. He was going to win that race. As they were nearing the boat house Harry was in the lead, the Captain close behind, with Quincy following leisurely. This was a young people's race--married men barred. For some unexplainable reason Captain Hornaby tried to cross Harry's bow. The project was ill-timed and unsuccessful. Harry had just made a spurt and his canoe went forward so fast that the Captain's boat, instead of clearing his, struck it full in the side and Harry and Maude were thrown into the water. Florence, who really loved her sister despite their many quarrels, gave a loud scream and stood up in the boat. Her action was fatal to its equilibrium, and the Captain and she were soon in the water's embrace. The accident occurred about two hundred feet from the shore where the water was deep. Captain Hornaby grasped Florence and struck out for the boat house float. She had fainted and did not impede him by struggling.