Early this afternoon, Randy Lane had set forth in high spirits for a picnic with Lily. Aunt Mary had packed lunch for the two young people, had smiled indulgently as Randy had bustled about getting ready. Ever since his return from overseas, he'd worked like a demon around the farm and had very seldom left the place. When she'd suggested he see some of his old friends and go out to enjoy himself, but he insisted that home was too good to leave - but lately, he'd been restless...