CHAPTER VI

I MEET GOOD FORTUNE ‟WE want to get up a big boating picnic, Mother,” Beryl McNab said one morning at breakfast. “Everybody is coming: the crowds from Willow Park and Karinyah, and a few people from Wootong. We’re going to make a very early start, sail round some of the islands, bathe in the big diving-pools on Rocky Spit and land on Shepherd’s Island for lunch. After that we’ll do whatever the spirit moves us.” “Or whatever we have any energy left to do,” Dicky Atherton said. “Personally, I shall lie flat on a hot…