CHAPTER V
"THIS day is good enough to put away in sweet lavender and keep for always," said Mrs. Martin, lazily swinging in the hammock, her hands locked under her head. "Tony, how did you ever think of having us all down here? It is too lovely!"
"Well, it certainly is time for me to precipitate myself into the social whirl," he answered, smiling; "and you people are witnessing my first feeble strokes."
"This is no feeble stroke," interrupted Peter; "this is a headlong dive. The Associated Press ere now, no doubt, has telegraphed the news of this house-party from one end of the civilized globe to the other."
At this point Mrs. Crompton appeared, parasol in hand, followed by The Parson.
"Where are you going?" Drake inquired.
Mrs. Crompton pulled a long face, the
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