"They're thick as thieves," she said, with a dubious shake of her head. "I guess he likes 'er," chuckled Lafe. "To make a long story short, wife, a sight like that does my eyes good!" Mrs. Grandoken shrugged her shoulders, growled deep in her throat, and opined they were all fools. "An' quit doin' yourself proud, Lafe!" she grumbled. "You're grinnin' like a Cheshire cat. 'Tain't nothin' to your credit she's goin' to have the time of her life." "No, 'tain't to my credit, Peggy," retorted the cobbler, "but 'tis to yours, wife." By the time Lafe finished this statement, Mr. King and Jinnie Grandoken were bowling along a white road toward a hill bounding the west side of the lake. "See that basket down here?" said the man after a long silence. "Yes." "That's our picnic dinner! I brought everything I thought a little girl with a sweet tooth might like." Jinnie had forgotten about food. Her mind had dwelt only upon the fact she was going to be with him all day, one of those long, beautiful days taken from Heaven's cycle for dear friends. The country, too, stretched in majestic splendor miles ahead of them, trees rimming the road on each side and making a thick woodland as far as one could see. "I'm glad I brought my fiddle," Jinnie remarked presently. "I am, too," said Theodore. The place he chose for their outing was far back from the highway, and leaving the car at one side of the road, they threaded their way together to it. The sky above was very blue, the lake quietly reflecting its sapphire shades. Off in the distance the high hills gazed down upon the smaller ones, guarding them in quietude. Theodore spread one of the auto robes on the ground, and shyly Jinnie accepted his invitation to be seated. "Oh, it's lovely," she said in soft monotone, glancing at the lake. "Yes," replied Theodore dreamily. His eyes were upon the placid water, his thoughts upon the girl at his side. Jinnie was thinking of him, too, and there they both sat, with passionate longing in their young hearts, watching nature's great life go silently by. "Play for me," Theodore said at length, without taking his eyes from the water. "Stand by that big tree so I can look at you." Flushed, palpitating, and beautiful, Jinnie took the position he directed. She had come to play for him, to mimic the natural world for his pleasure. "Shall I play about the fairies?" she asked bashfully. "Yes," assented King.