"She screams out 'Fire!' like an old fury, but she is as serene as a May day when she gets her cup of coffee." "Is that your parrot, Graham?" asked Miss Schuyler. "Yes, ma'am, that's our green-and-golden Polly." "We will have to pay it a visit. Can you join our picnic to-morrow? it is Phil's first one." "Really! why, he has a good deal to learn of our country ways." "Yes, and I have a little plan to propose in which you may help us. Promise you will come." "Oh, I am always ready, thank you, Miss Schuyler. Shall we go by boat?" "To be sure, to Eagle Island." "Then we will go early, I suppose, as it is quite a long pull. What must I bring, Miss Schuyler?" "Only your arms, Graham, for alone Joe will perhaps find the rowing a little too much in the warm sun. I am Commissary-General for the party. That means, Phil, that I furnish the provisions: a Commissary-General has to see that his troops are well fed." "There is no danger about that, I am sure," said Graham, gallantly, "if Miss Schuyler leads us." "Well, then, to-morrow at nine, before the sun is too high--earlier would not do for Phil. And now be off with yourself: and your bunnies, Graham, leave them in the barn; and tell your good, kind father that you are an excellent substitute for himself, that Phil is improving even faster with your visits than he did with his." "Good-bye, then, Phil; good-bye, Miss Schuyler. To-morrow at nine." CHAPTER X THE PICNIC It was a perfect morning. Blue sky, with pure little snow-drop clouds, as if the angels had dropped them from their baskets as they tended the flowers in the heavenly gardens. The lake sparkled and glistened in the sunshine, and every wave seemed to leap joyously as it broke in soft foam on the shore. In one end of the _Flyaway_ sat Phil, on a pile of shawls; in the other were stowed a large basket, a pail of ice, and a pail of milk, and in between were Miss Rachel, Lisa, Joe, and Graham. Phil had twisted up a little nosegay for each, and had pinned a broad wreath of grape-leaves around Joe's straw hat, making the old fellow laugh at his nonsense. They were just pushing off, when a sudden rattling of chain and some impatient barks from Nep showed that he began to feel neglected. "I thought we could get away unnoticed," said Miss Rachel, "but I find myself mistaken." The boys pleaded for Nep. "Ah, let him come, please let him come." Nep's leaps becoming frantic, Miss Rachel yielded, and Graham soon had him loosened. He jumped at once into the boat, and crept under Phil's feet, making a nice warm mat. "Poor Nep," said Phil, patting him, "he felt neglected"; and the big tail wagged thankful thumps against the boat. The morning air was sweet with all manner of herbage yet fresh from the morning dew. The trees were in their most brilliant green, and every leaf seemed newly washed.