"Did anybody—"
"Ever?" asked Ralph, laughing.
"Such inconsistency!" said Fanny.
"Not a bit of it!"
"Not inconsistent!"
"Why, no."
"Explain why not, if you please, sir! I wonder if—"
"That cloud does not threaten a storm, and whether I am not hungry?" said Ralph, finishing Miss Fanny's sentence, putting the album in his pocket, and attacking the baskets.
"Come, my dear cousin, let us, after partaking of mental food, assault the material! By Jove! what a horn of plenty!"
And Ralph, in the midst of cries exclamatory, and no little laughter, emptied the contents of the basket on the velvet sward, variegated by the sunlight through the boughs, and fit for kings.