ofessor Wilder's Primus stove," said Miss
Rutherford, "and I've got two cups and an enamelled mug to drink it out
of."

"We could have managed with the peach tin," said Priscilla, "after we'd
finished the peaches. I hate luxury. But, of course, it's awfully good
of you to think of the cups."

"I hesitated about suggesting that we should take turns at the tin,"
said Miss Rutherford. "I knew you wouldn't mind, but I wasn't quite
sure----"

She glanced at Frank.

"Oh, he'd have been all right," said Priscilla. "I'm training him in."

"I've also got a pound and a half of peppermint creams," said Miss
Rutherford.

"My favourite sweet," said Priscilla. "You got them at Brannigan's,
I hope. He keeps a particularly fine kind, very strong. You have a
delicious chilly feeling on your tongue when you draw in your breath
after eating them. But Brannigan's is the only place where you get them
really good."

"I forget the name of the shop, but I think it must have been
Brannigan's. The man advised me to buy them the moment he heard you
were to be of the party. He evidently knew your tastes. Then--I'm almost
ashamed to confess it after what you said about luxury; but after all
you needn't eat it unless you like----

"What is it?" said Priscilla. "Not milk chocolate, surely."

"No. A loaf of bread."

"Oh, bread's all right It'll go capitally with the soup. Frank was
clamouring for bread yesterday, weren't you, Cousin Frank? If there's
any over after the soup we can make it into tipsy cake with the juice of
the peaches. That's the way tipsy cake is made, except for the sherry,
which always rather spoils it, I think, on account of the burny taste
it gives. That and the whipped cream, which, of course, is rather good
though considered to be unwholesome. But you can't have things like that
out boating."

"Come on," said Miss Rutherford, "we'll start the Primus stove, and
while the water is boiling we'll eat a few of the peppermint creams as
_hors d'oeuvres_."

Priscilla jumped from the bow of the boat to the shore. "Jimmy
Kinsella," she said, "go and help Mr. Mannix out of the boat. He's got
a sprained ankle and can't walk. Then you can take our anchor ashore and
shove out the boat. She'll lie off all right if you haul down the jib.
Miss Rutherford and I will go and light the Primus stove. I've always
wanted to see a Primus stove, but I never have except in a Stores List
and then, of course, it wasn't working."

"Come on