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Page 29
"For a little picnic," said Midge, as she sat with an apple in one
hand and a cookie in the other, contentedly munching them both
alternately, "this is the bestest ever. And isn't this a
splendiferous place for a big picnic!"
"Perhaps your grandma will let you have one this summer," said
Stella. "She had one for Kingdon last year and we all came to it.
It was lovely fun."
"Indeed it was," cried Molly; "there were swings on the trees, and
we played tag, and we had bushels of sandwiches."
"I'm going to ask Grandma as soon as ever I get home," declared
Midge, "and I 'most know she'll let me have one. But I don't know
many children around here to ask."
"I'll make up a list for you," volunteered Molly. "Come on, girls,
let's play tag."
The cookies and apples being all gone and Carter having consented
in response to their coaxing to stay half an hour longer, they had
a glorious game of tag.
Stella, though so sedate when walking, could run like a deer, and
easily caught the others; for Marjorie was too plump to run fast,
and Molly, though light on her feet, was forever tumbling down.
At last, tired and warm from their racing, they sat down again in
the little mossy dell and played jackstones until Carter declared
they must go home.
"All right," said Midge; "but, Carter, row us a little farther
down stream, won't you, before you turn around?"
"I will, Miss Midge, if ye'll sit still and not be everlastin'
makin' me heart jump into me throat thinkin' ye'll turn the boat
upside down."
"All right," cried Midge, and she jumped into the boat with a
spring and a bounce that made the other end tip up and splash the
water all over her.
"There ye go now," grumbled Carter; "my, but it's the rambunctious
little piece ye are! Now, Miss Molly, for the land's sake, do step
in with your feet and not with your head! You two'll be the death
of me yet!"
Carter's bark was worse than his bite, for, although he scolded,
he helped the children in carefully and gently seated Stella in
her place. Then he stepped in, and with a mighty shove of the oar
pushed the boat off the beach, and they were afloat again.
The exhilaration of the occasion had roused Midge and Molly to a
high state of frolicsomeness, and it did seem impossible for them
to keep still. They dabbled their hands in the water and
surreptitiously splashed each other, causing much and tumultuous
giggling. This was innocent fun in itself, but Carter well knew
that a sudden unintentional bounce on the part of either might
send the other one into the water. Regardless of their entreaties
he turned around and headed the boat for home.
"Ye're too many for me, Miss Midge," he exclaimed; "if I land you
safe this trip ye can get somebody else to row ye the next time.
I'm having nervous prostration with your tricks and your didoes.
NOW, will ye be good?"
This last exasperated question was caused by the fact that a
sudden bounce of Molly's caused the boat to lurch and Carter's
swift-moving oar sent a drenching wave all over Midge.
"Pooh, water doesn't hurt!" cried the victim. "I like it. Do it
again, Molly!"
"Don't you do it, Miss Molly!" roared Carter, bending to his oars
and pulling fast in an effort to get home before these
unmanageable children had passed all bounds.
"Girls," piped Stella, plaintively from her end of the boat, "if
you don't stop carrying on, I shall cry."
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