Mr. Carter glanced at Brad and said, “They forget a war’s on, and we have to use gasoline sparingly.” “What’s wrong with a bit of rowing?” suggested Brad. “A little exercise like that would do me good.” “Wouldn’t do me any harm either,” agreed Mr. Carter. “I sit in my office so much my muscles are getting flabby.” “How about asking Hazel?” Kitty suggested. “She’s been wanting to explore these marshes a long time.” “A brilliant idea, Kitten!” Her father showed real interest now. “We can catch the rising tide up into the marshes and come back when it turns.” Brad laughed. “That method will certainly be much easier on the muscles.” Hazel had the day off and was delighted at the prospect of spending the afternoon out in the sunshine. “Tell her I’ll call for her at two-thirty,” Mr. Carter told Kitty as she phoned. “That’ll give me half an hour to run up to the hospital,” said Brad. “There is something I must attend to up there before I leave.” “Then I’ll have time to pack some sandwiches and cookies, so we can eat our supper outdoors.” “Another brilliant idea,” said her father. “We’ll make an afternoon of it.” “That will give Jane the whole afternoon off. She needs a rest,” said Kitty, as she hurried out to the kitchen to see what she could prepare on such short notice. There was a long loaf of Bayshore Bakery bread that hadn’t been opened. While she made chicken sandwiches from dinner left-overs she thought how strange it seemed to be eating bread from the same bakery as that eaten by the Nazis off shore. As she worked she wondered also what had taken Brad back to the hospital. Her father had already left in his car to bring Hazel from the hospital when Brad came back and bolted on into the pantry. “I made a little sketch from that big map,” he told Kitty. “So that’s what you went for?” “Thought we might have a chance to look up Terrapin Island while we’re out,” he said. “Come, let me show you.” He spread a hasty sketch on the dining-room table. “I’ve been wondering if Terrapin Island is near the place where they burn the hospital waste.” “It’s the very next island, see!” Brad traced with his finger the inlet that swung southwest around Palmetto Island, and farther south separated Terrapin Island from its neighbor, which they discovered was called Mangrove Island. * * * * * Two hours later the picnickers came ashore on an island covered with virgin pines. By subtle suggestions Kitty and Brad had succeeded in heading their expedition toward the goal they had in mind. Mr. Carter and Hazel had no particular purpose but to enjoy the sunshine and bracing air, and so were amenable to suggestions. Kitty and Hazel insisted on doing their share of the rowing, so the trip was easy for all. Billy was hilarious when they climbed up the bank to a deep carpet of pine needles under the towering trees. “Oh, Daddy, let’s stay here a long time and play!” he exclaimed.