"All right; what do you want me to do?"
"To get up at once, and come with us to gather water-lilies."
"Oh!"
"Isn't it a delightful plan?"
"Very. Are you sure the morning isn't wet?"
"The morning wet, father! The sun is shining like anything. Run to the window, Mag, and pull the blind up. Now you can see, can't you, father?"
"I can, thanks, Eric."
"Well, aren't you getting up?"
"I will, if you will both favor me by retiring into the corridor for five minutes. And listen, even though it is my birthday, it isn't necessary to have any more vic——I mean, we need not wake the rest of the house."
"Oh, we'll be as quiet as mice," retorted Marjorie. "Dear father, you'll promise to be very quick?"