"Is it not glorious?" cried Cyn, like a child, in her exuberance.
"Why not camp out here, and stay all summer?" ecstatically suggested Clem, as he fondled his fishing tackle.
"But it might not always be pleasant like this," said practical Mrs. Simonson.
"When the sun shines we forget it may ever storm," said Jo, and looking admiringly at Cyn as he spoke.
"Is our artist a philosopher, as well as all the rest we know he is?" asked Cyn, laughing.
"A very little one; five feet six!" replied Jo.
"Well, we will have no shadows to-day," said Cyn.
"No shadows to-day!" echoed Jo; then turning to Mrs. Simonson, asked, "I hope you do not still regret Miss Kling!"
"I suppose she would spoil it all!" that good lady committed herself enough to say.
"Well, really, I must say," remarked Celeste, who now gave herself many airs, and evidently looked upon Cyn and Nattie as commonplace creatures, not engaged!—"I must say, now that you are speaking of her, that she does Kling in a way that is not pleasant sometimes. She actually annoys pa!"
