She had broken the record by staying with Mrs. Pennington four weeks , and even the cats were in subjection . Winslow was well enough to have gone back to the city and , in fact , his father was writing for him . But he could n't leave Beckwiths ' , apparently . At any rate he stayed on and met Nelly every day and cursed himself for a cad and a cur and a weak-brained idiot . One day he took Nelly for a row up the river . They went further than usual around the Bend . Winslow did n't want to go too far , for he knew that a party of his city friends , chaperoned by Mrs. Keyton-Wells , were having a picnic somewhere up along the river shore that day . But Nelly insisted on going on and on , and of course she had her way . When they reached a little pine-fringed headland they came upon the picnickers , within a stone 's throw . Everybody recognized Winslow . `` Why , there is Burton ! '' he heard Mrs. Keyton-Wells exclaim , and he knew she was putting up her glasses . Will Evans , who was an especial chum of his , ran down to the water 's edge . `` Bless me , Win , where did you come from ? Come right in . We have n't had tea yet . Bring your friend too , '' he added , becoming conscious that Winslow 's friend was a mighty pretty girl . Winslow 's face was crimson . He avoided Nelly 's eye . `` Are them people friends of yours ? ''
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