A London Picnic I41

the country for a time, and they are sitting
under the cherry blossom. See, one of
them is so happy that she has written a
little song about the Spring, and hung the
paper on the branches so that the birds
may learn it. They have pretty names
in Japan; this one may be Miss Blossom,
and that Miss Butterfly : they will all have
names like the names of fairies.” He
paused, seeing the child’s face.

“What a pity that we also could not
have a picnic!”

“Yes!” said Doris.

“T wish... .” began the Visitor. “Do
you know, the Artist has a place just over
the way. You'll like him. We will go
and have a picnic over there. It will be
quite Japanese, for he never has any room
left on his table and spreads his cloth on
the floor.”

Doris did not answer. The Visitor spoke
a word with his housekeeper. They passed
down a long passage, and then the Visitor
knocked at a door and opened it. ‘“ This,”