"Ten!" cried Marjorie, at last. "Still Pond! No moving!" This was a signal for perfect quiet; any one moving after that had to be "It" in turn. No sound was heard, so Marjorie felt her way cautiously about until she should catch some one. It was hard for the others not to laugh as she narrowly escaped touching Kingdon's head above the back of the sofa, and almost caught Kitty's foot as it swung from a table. But at last she caught her father, who was on the floor covered up with an afghan, and so Mr. Maynard was "It" in his turn. It was a rollicking game, and a very exciting one, and, as often was the case, it soon merged into Blindman's Buff. This was even more romping and noisy, and soon the picnic sounded like Pandemonium let loose. "Good!" cried Mr. Maynard, as he looked at the red, laughing faces, and moist, tumbled curls. "You look just like a lot of healthy, happy boys and girls should look, but that's enough of that. Now, we'll sit down in a circle, and play quiet games." Again the group occupied the logs and stones, ottomans and sofa cushions if they preferred, and they played guessing games selected by each in turn. When it was Mr. Maynard's turn, he said he would teach them the game of the Popular Picnic. He began by telling them they must each in turn repeat what he himself should say. Turning to Kingdon, he said, "To-day I have been to the Popular Picnic." So Kingdon said to Dick, "To-day I have been to the Popular Picnic." Then Dick said it to Marjorie, and Marjorie to Gladys, and so on all round the circle. Then Mr. Maynard said, gravely: "To-day I have been to the Popular Picnic. Merry, madcap Mopsy Midget was there." This was repeated all round, and then to the lingo Mr. Maynard added, "Kicking, kinky-legged Kingdon was there." This, after the other, was not so easy, but they all repeated it. Next came, "Dear, dainty, do-little Dorothy was there." This made them laugh, but they said it safely all round. Then, "Delightful, dangerous, Deadwood Dick was there." They had to help each other this time, but not one of them would give up the game. "Gay, gregarious, giggling Gladys was there." Gladys was indeed giggling, but so were all the others. Still they were a determined lot, and each time round each one repeated all the sets of names, amid the laughing of the others. "Kind-hearted, Kindergarten Kitty," was an easy one, but when the list wound up with "Rollicking Rufflecumtuffle Rosy Posy," the game ended in a gale of laughter. But they remembered many of the funny phrases, and often called each other by them afterward.