They arrived back at the guest house. It was almost 5:30. They were in the living room.
"I hope they like what we got them," Sabrina said.
"They should," Bosley replied. "Jennifer's always liked crystal. They could use the punch bowl to make some more J&J."
"Please! I'm still recovering from last night." She stood up. "How do I look?" She had on a plaid skirt and a white blouse.
"Lovely," he admitted.
"Won't you at least put on a tie?" She queried apprehensively.
"What for? I don't think we're going anywhere too fancy."
"How do you know?" Sabrina asked nervously. She wasn't sure how she'd be able to face them after the night before.
"They're not really into that kind of show," Bosley answered honestly. "You ready to go?"
She nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be."
They left the guest house and walked over to the main house.
Max opened the door. "Come on in." He ushered them inside.
Jennifer came out of the kitchen. "Hello, there. How do you feel?"
"Fine," Bosley answered.
"Not too bad," Sabrina added.
Jennifer laughed. "I'm doing better this afternoon myself. Do you mind if we make our lunch a picnic? It's really too beautiful to stay indoors."
"Not at all," Bosley hastened to assure her. "You're right. It is beautiful outside."
"Where's Mr. Hart?" Sabrina asked.
"In the kitchen," Jennifer answered.
Just then Jonathan came out carrying a picnic basket. "Are we ready to go?"
"We certainly are," Jennifer answered cheerfully.
"Do you need any help with the basket?" Bosley offered. "It looks heavy."
"Can't you wait until lunch, John?" Jonathan teased.
"He's always hungry," Sabrina chimed in.
"Hey!" Bosley protested indignantly.
They all laughed, went outside, and got in the car. They drove off to a beautiful wooded area near a stream. They then got out and found a comfortable spot to unpack the basket.
"This is lovely!" Sabrina exclaimed, looking around.
"Isn't it?" Jennifer agreed. "I've always loved the water."
"There's a waterfall about a mile away," Jonathan added. "We can take a walk there later if you like."
"No, thanks," Bosley objected. "That's a little too far for me."
"You can use the exercise," Jonathan remarked.
"I don't feel up to it either," Sabrina added quickly.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Jennifer asked in concern.
"I'm fine, thanks," she answered. "I'm just not up to walking that far yet."
Jonathan started spreading the food on the blanket. "We have fried chicken, potato salad, cole slaw, salad, roast beef- "
"And for dessert," Jennifer finished, "chocolate cheesecake."
"I say let's start with dessert first and eat our way backwards," Bosley suggested.
They all laughed.
"We also have wine for those who are up to it, and iced tea for those who aren't," Jonathan finished.
They all started to eat.
After they were all finished Jennifer said, "I couldn't eat another bite."
"There goes my figure," Sabrina sighed.
"Neither of you have anything to worry about," Jonathan said gallantly.
"Besides," Bosley added, "a little extra weight won't hurt you."
Jonathan rose to his feet, and helped Jennifer rise to her feet. "How about a walk to the waterfall?"
"How about a nap?" Bosley countered.
He laughed. "All right, then. If you want to sleep your life away, go ahead."
Jennifer turned to Sabrina. "How about you?"
"No, thank you," she answered. "I think I'll stay here for a while and relax." She felt worn out.
"Okay," Jonathan remarked. "It's your loss. We'll see you in a little while." Both he and Jennifer walked off.
"You can go with them if you want," Bosley offered.
"That's all right," she declined. "I'm not up to it just yet. Besides, I'm not going by myself."
"If you hurry you can catch up with them."
She looked at him in exasperation, arms folded across her chest.
He laughed. "Why not?"
She glared at him. "You know perfectly well why not. I wouldn't feel comfortable with them alone."
"Now I feel a little guilty. You'd love the waterfall."
"We can see it another time, can't we? I'm really not up to it right now," she admitted honestly.
"All right, then. Did I tell you the Hart's would be glad to pose for you?"
She shook her head. "That's great."
"You said that you had three pictures left until you finished the roll. Right?"
"I'd like a picture of you."
"Why?" She smiled.
"Do I need a reason?" He hedged.
"No, I was just curious. That's all. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"I like to carry pictures of pretty girls in my wallet," he quipped.
"You're not serious," she stated disbelievingly. She knew he wasn't that kind of man.
"Sure I am. Would you mind?"
"Not at all. As long as I don't have to pose nude."
He snapped his fingers in mock frustration. "Well, forget it, then!"
She laughed. "I'd like a picture of you, if that's all right."
"What on earth for?" He asked in surprise.
"I like to carry pictures of handsome men around," she retorted.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Bosley! You're handsome and - I'd really like a picture of you to remind me of what a good time we're having," Sabrina explained uncomfortably. "Please?"
He was both flattered and embarrassed. "I just hope I don't break the camera."
"I don't think you have anything to worry about."
He decided to get back to the subject at hand. "Now, have you have any ideas yet?"
Her eyebrows rose in confusion. "About what?"
"About the person or persons unknown who chloroformed you," he specified.
"You know, with everything that's happened so quickly I'd forgotten why we were here."
"Well, much as I like Jonathan and Jennifer we can't stay here forever," he pointed out.
"My nerves could never stand the strain," she agreed. " I'll try to concentrate harder. Do you think Kris and Kelly will be wondering where we are?"
"I'm sure Charlie's told them everything," he said confidently.
"They're never going to believe where we've been," she sighed dreamily.
"Why not?" He asked in confusion.
"Would you believe Kelly if she said she went on a date with Tom Selleck?"
"Who's Tom Selleck?" He asked, puzzled.
"Magnum, PI? Don't you watch television?" She demanded.
"Not very often," he admitted.
"All right, then," Sabrina said agreeably. "How about one of the Kennedy's?"
He thought about that for a minute. "Okay, you win."
"I couldn't call them?" She asked hopefully.
"No. Their phones might be tapped."
She sighed. "I guess you're right."
"Do you have your camera with you?"
She shook her head. "I left it back at the house."
"We can get it later on when we go back and give the Hart's their gift."
"That's right! I'd forgotten about that."
He yawned, stretching out on the grass. "I don't know about you but I'm going to take a nap."
She stretched out as well. "That sounds like a good idea to me." After a minute she said, "If I don't get a chance later, I'd like to thank you."
"For worrying about me and for being a friend when I needed one."
He smiled. "Any time."
Jonathan and Jennifer returned about two hours later.
Jonathan awoke both of them. "Time to go."
Both Sabrina and Bosley stood up.
"How was the waterfall?" Sabrina asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"Well, we didn't get as far as the waterfall," Jonathan admitted, smiling.
"How was your nap?" Jennifer asked quickly, changing the subject.
"Very refreshing," Bosley answered contentedly.
"Are you ready to go?" Jonathan repeated, "or would you rather spend the night out here?"
"I'm ready already," Bosley groused good-naturedly.
"We were wondering if you'd like us to take you on a tour of the grounds while you're here," Jennifer offered.
"If it isn't too much trouble," Sabrina answered, outwardly calm. She was dying to see the estate.
They all got in the car and drove off.
While he was driving Jonathan said, "I hear somebody wants to take our picture."
"Me," Sabrina said.
"Why?" Jennifer asked.
"To have proof that she met you," Bosley joked.
"Bosley!" Sabrina exclaimed, humiliated.
"Well, we'd be flattered," Jennifer said, "Whatever the reason."
"As long as it doesn't end up in the tabloids," Jonathan added.
"You have my word," Sabrina said, mock seriously.
"I didn't know you were interested in photography," Jennifer remarked.
"It's a hobby of mine," she admitted modestly.
"Are you any good?" Jonathan asked.
"I need a little more practice," she answered.
"Don't listen to her," Bosley disagreed. "She's wonderful. You should see some of the stills she's taken."
"Maybe you'd like to work for Hart Industries," Jonathan suggested thoughtfully.
"Charlie wouldn't appreciate you trying to steal his help," Bosley warned sharply. He knew of Jonathan's reputation of surrounding himself with top-notch people.
"Think of it," Jennifer added temptingly, wanting to see Bosley's reaction. "You'd know what your boss looked like."
"Cut that out!" Bosley objected.
Jonathan laughed, enjoying Bosley's discomfiture. "Good help is hard to find, John."
"I know," Bosley agreed, "which is exactly why I wish you'd drop this subject."
"Bosley, calm down," Sabrina pacified. "He's only kidding. He hasn't even made me an offer yet."
The Harts laughed.
Bosley turned to face her. "You'd better be kidding."
"What do you think about taking our picture tomorrow evening?" Jennifer suggested, changing the subject.
"Sounds good," Sabrina remarked.
"Should we wear anything in particular?" Jonathan asked, remembering his conversation with Bosley this morning.
"Just clothes," Bosley said hurriedly. He didn't think Sabrina would appreciate the humor.
"Anything you like," she added.
They all got out of the car.
"The picnic was lovely," Sabrina said.
"We're glad you enjoyed it," Jennifer said.
"It was nice," Bosley agreed. "We'll see you tomorrow."
Jonathan and Jennifer turned to go to the main house, Bosley and Sabrina to the guest house.
"Would you like to do dancing?" Bosley offered gallantly.
"I didn't know you danced," Sabrina commented.
"You up to it? You seem recovered from last night."
"I do feel better, but I don't know any clubs around here. Besides, I don't think they're open yet."
"All right. How about a movie?"
She stopped walking and studied him suspiciously. "What's wrong with you?"
"Well, it's too early to go to sleep and we relaxed all day. Let's do something."
"Anything?" She asked, smiling.
"Within reason, that is," he added cautiously. "What do you have in mind?"
"You won't laugh?" She asked with trepidation.
"Never," he vowed.
"Can we go to an amusement park?" She asked shyly.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? In fact, I think I saw a sign for one on the drive here."
She nodded. "That's what got me thinking about it. I haven't been to one in years."
He took her arm. "Then let's go."