“I think it will be very nice. But, Mr. Stuart, where is your basket?”
“My basket?” he echoed.
“Yes—your lunch,” said Margery, holding out her tiny hamper. “You have forgotten it.”
“Yes, I have. Will it matter?” asked Stuart, gravely, thinking he had never seen so sweet a picture as the girl before him.
“Well, you know, to picnic it is necessary to have some food; but perhaps I have enough for both.”
“I devoutly hope so!” exclaimed Mr. Crosbie. “May I ask, Margery, what your basket contains?”
“Cakes and apples,” she answered, promptly.
“Hum!” observed Stuart, meditatively. “That sounds solid, Margery.”
“Don’t you like cakes and apples?”
“Do you?” he asked.