"Well, Sarah may be as blue as she likes,—this is the kind of a day that makes me feel bright pink!"
"Where is Sarah, anyway?" asked Kitty. "I haven't seen her since breakfast. Surely she didn't miss the service?"
"No, I saw her sitting by a big tree 'way at the back," said Amanda.
"It isn't like Sarah to take a back seat—at church," remarked Blue Bonnet. "I believe she must be cross because we teased her this morning."
Grandmother and Sarah were already deep in preparations for dinner when the others straggled into camp. The well-cooked meal of muffins, fried ham, potatoes and stewed dried fruit they served met with visible as well as audible approval.
"Picnic lunches are more fun, but this kind of a meal is more—filling," said Blue Bonnet. "Let's eat all we can now and have just bread and milk for supper—we've two cans of fresh milk in the creek."
"Blue Bonnet seems to have developed a sudden liking for 'jarring notes,' doesn't she, girls?" asked Kitty.
When dinner was done and the dishes washed, they all sought the buck-board seats in the lounging room.
"If we only had a book now, it would be fine to have Grandmother read aloud," remarked Blue Bonnet.
"You wouldn't let Sarah bring any books," Amanda reminded her.