"Ya—as, I see," he drawled, as he drew the oar out again; "it isn't precisely the sort of lawn that one would choose for walking about on in slippers."
Just then oars were heard, and looking in the direction from which the sound came, Ned suddenly cried out:
"Hi! Maum Sally! Hi there! Here we are, out here in the marsh!" Then turning to his companions, he said:
"It's Maum Sally in the little boat. I wonder where she's going this early on Sunday morning."
"HI! MAUM SALLY!"
Maum Sally did not leave him long in doubt on this head. Rowing her boat as far into the grass and as near to them as she could, she came to a stop at about a hundred and fifty yards from the Aphrodite. Then standing up in her boat, placing her bare arms akimbo, and tossing her red-turbaned head back, she began: