"The trouble with us," he said, as we rowed over to the island, "is that we are all in a rut. We do the same things over and over, at the same places, with the same people. The hoi polloi never make that mistake and they get a lot more out of life. Every now and then the puddlers from the mill come over here and have a great time."
There were two islands, one just above the other, with about a hundred feet of water between them. The upper island was much the nicer and it was there that Ferd had planned the party.
He does things awfully well, really. He had had a decorator out there early in the day and the pavilion was fixed up with plants and vines which looked as if they grew on it. He had the table fixed too, with a mound of roses and the most interesting place cards. Mine had a little jewelled dagger thrust through it, and the card said:
That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry.
He said the quotation was from Shakespeare and the dagger was for Day.
Annette's card said:
She was married, charming, chaste, and twenty-three,
which delighted Annette, she being more than twenty-three.
Ferd's own card said:
Another woman now and then
Is relished by the best of men.