"And Ditto's omelet is so nice!"—Maggie went on.
"If one could live in the open air!" said Meredith, "how good it would be. I do not mean the omelet! but everything else. It's a great loss to live in houses."
"Lots of convenience, though," said Fenton.
"Look at the heap of oyster-shells Fenton is throwing behind him!" cried Maggie presently.
"What's that to you?" said Fenton. "There are oysters enough. Don't meddle. If anything is a nuisance it is a meddling girl."
"How about a meddling boy?" Mr. Murray asked.
"Boys don't meddle," said Fenton. "It is girls."
"I suppose that is because the boys do the things that have to be meddled with," said Maggie sagely.
Fenton scowled, but the others laughed, and the meal went merrily forward.
"How much time have we?" Flora asked.