“I am coming in to-morrow morning to tell you of the picnic plans,” said Allie as we were about to separate.
“Can’t I come in the evening and hear?” asked Mr. Ogden. “Or am I the man on the other side?”
“No indeed,” spoke up Allie, “we shall be glad to have you. I will leave a special message.”
They were a little acquainted with him, having met him at the Maynards the summer before. The young ladies of that family had declined participating in the affair.
We heard all the plans on Monday morn. They were to go out to Longmeadow in wagons and carriages, taking refreshments and conveniences. There was just a nice party. “The kind of people who harmonize,” said Miss West. “I never can endure Tom, Dick and Harry—everybody and his wife.”
“Of course you wouldn’t want everybody in a small party,” I returned.
“I wish you were going, Rose.”
“The Sunday School picnic comes the week after. I could not go to both.”
“This will be ever so much nicer.”
“O, I am not sure. There will be more enjoyment at that, because there will be so many more to enjoy everything.”