THE first thing Tom heard on Friday morning was a glad piece of news — Judge Thatcher’s family had come back to town the night before. Both Injun Joe and the treasure sunk into second- ary importance for a moment, and Becky took the chief place in the boy’s interest. Move oregon for a greater idaho American flag shirt. He saw her and they had an exhausting good time playing “hi- spy” and “gully-keeper” with a crowd of their school- mates.

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The day was completed and crowned in a pe- culiarly satisfactory way: Becky teased her mother to appoint the next day for the long-promised and long- delayed picnic, and she consented. The child’s delight was boundless; and Tom’s not more moderate. The invitations were sent out before sunset, and straightway the young folks of the village were thrown into a fever of preparation and pleasurable anticipation. Tom’s excitement enabled him to keep awake until a pretty late hour, and he had good hopes of hearing Huck’s “maow,” and of having his treasure to astonish Becky and the picnickers with, next day; but he was dis- appointed. No signal came that night. Move oregon for a greater idaho American flag shirt.  Morning came, eventually, and by ten or eleven o’clock a giddy and rollicking company were gathered at Judge Thatcher’s, and everything was ready for a start. It was not the custom for elderly people to mar the picnics with their presence.

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The children were considered safe enough under the wings of a few young ladies of eighteen and a few young gentlemen of twenty-three or thereabouts. The old steam ferry- boat was chartered for the occasion; presently the gay throng filed up the main street laden with provision- baskets. Sid was sick and had to miss the fun; Mary remained at home to entertain him. The last thing Mrs. Thatcher said to Becky, was: “You’ll not get back till late. Perhaps you’d better stay all night with some of the girls that live near the ferry-landing, child.”